As Senator Cory Booker’s voice rang out in the final hour of his historic 25-hour stand on the U.S. Senate floor, I stood in my kitchen, stirring a pot of spaghetti for my three kids—9, 12, and 14—their little faces glowing in the soft light of our home. The Senator’s words were winding down, heavy with purpose, as I set the table with plates still warm…
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