When I was a child, we stayed in a domestic abuse shelter. And I have no memories of the furniture, the faces, or even the layout. But what I do clearly remember is that when we left that shelter, it wasn't for safety like we had hoped.It was into the arms of a man you smiled in public. But behind closed doors, he wasn't my protector. At 6 years old, he became my abuser.And for nearly a decade, I stayed silent until one day I told someone. They reported it to child protective services, but no one believed m ...

It is the moment many of you have been waiting for for months. The return of America's aunt, my aunt Gloria. She is here to give us her unfiltered take on everything as only as she can.Aunt Gloria, welcome back. >> Thank you for having me. I really enjoy y your show.>> Thank you. I have to say that. >> All right.So, we don't we don't have a whole lot of time. So, we haven't had you on in a long time. Just your assessment of President Trump in the administration 11 months in.>> I don't understand how someone ...

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