I never miss her Saturday column on The Wall Street Journal’s Opinion Page since, it’s always a treat to read.
Whenever I ask someone, if they’re a Noonan fan, they either say yes immediately or, I don’t always agree with her, but still read what she writes, the highest compliment a writer can receive when even opponents think you’re worthy of their time.
She has taught me much about candor – to not be afraid to say what I feel or think, regardless of any wrath it may bring my way, agreeing to disagree without fear.
She also looks for the light in people, rare for a journalist in our present, to quote Teddy Roosevelt, muckraking age.
She loved Ronald Reagan, for instance, after working for him as a speech writer, a truth people want to crucify her for, yet she never falters where Reagan is concerned.
Because of her, candor, like a battle cry, has become my greatest goal.
She’s even helped me better understand this crazy presidential election since she too has been on the fence. Her clarity educates, which is more than I can say for our two candidates.
What she wrote this past Saturday, If Only Trump Wasn’t a Nut, is a brilliant piece.
As writers, we’re afraid to be judged, never wanting to be disfavored by anyone. Yet Peggy reminds us, we still live in the land of the free, enveloped in the arms of the First Amendment that guarantees, freedom of expression, and the right for individuals to write as well as speak, minus edit nor censure.
When I read Peggy Noonan, and she reveals herself without guile or shame, I’m reminded I too can strive to do the same.