I like to think I chose my own path – but as it turns out, I didn’t. The seed for the rest of my life was planted by my uncle, Len Garrison, when I was around nine years old. I’d gone with my family ...

I spent a summer with my uncle and his family. He thought he was being helpful, but his words sliced my heart and plummeted me into despair. I don't think he meant to hurt me, but he did. My grandma ...

Fred C. Trump III is the author of All in the Family: The Trumps and How We Got This Way. When my uncle was elected President, I recognized what a highly privileged position I would be in. I would ...

DEAR MISS MANNERS: Some years ago, my uncle, having never met my then-boyfriend, made a series of racist jokes about him. (My boyfriend is part-Asian.) These jokes were made on my blog, which another ...