The dinner table is a lively debate, and everybody weighs in in a different way. I like that, though.

We don't necessarily always agree, but hopefully we make each other think, and that's what matters.

I think that standing onstage on January 19th, and my father had just defied all expectations and won Iowa, was by far the most surreal moment.

I have the rare privilege of talking to my dad every night at 10 p.m. and hearing about what he did that day.

I, for one, am actually still incredibly idealistic, and I still can credibly or very strongly believe that you have to keep fighting for what you believe in, because it's only when you stop that you've truly lost.

It wasnt until two or three years ago that I actually learned that in the end he actually did kill someone. But that was a choice that he faced: to kill or be killed.

It was definitely a part of our life. I mean, my mom had both her brothers and her fiancee in Vietnam at the same time, so it wasn't just my dad's story, it was my mom's story too. And we definitely grew up listening to the stories.