There are few things I regret more than my familiarity with the Trump family. Over the course of the past year or two, I have come to know each of them in their own horrible way, like relatives you dread seeing at Thanksgiving. I know about Melania’s taste in decor, evidenced by those Nightmare Before Christmas horror-trees in the White House hallway. I have skimmed Ivanka’s Instagram and come to know the millennial-pink taste of terror. And I know — as every single one of us must know by now — that Donald Trump Jr., the president’s largest and most adult of sons, is getting a divorce from his wife, Vanessa.
“Every day, I walk myself into a state of well-being & walk away from every illness. I have walked myself into my best thoughts, and I know of no thought so burdensome that one cannot walk away from it. But by sitting still, & the more one sits still, the closer one comes to feeling ill. Thus if one just keeps on walking, everything will be all right.”