It's the question asked by Gold Star families -- the loved ones of our fallen -- when I meet them at funerals or public events. It's spoken quietly by the spouses of grievously wounded soldiers, sailors, airmen, guardsmen and Marines when I visit military and veterans' hospitals.
At a cafe in Brooklyn near his home, playwright Rajiv Joseph locks eyes with an adorable toddler in a fuzzy one-piece jumpsuit.
Breaking up is hard to do, as the Egyptians — both the good ones and the not-so-good ones — are learning to their considerable pain.
