The question of the family now divides our society so deeply that the opposing sides cannot even agree on a definition of the institution they are arguing about.
My dad and I get into it all the time. He loves to discuss politics much more than I do and we have pretty heated conversations.
I know my Dad's a National League guy. I'm an American League guy. I tell him all the time we got better hitters. He's like well we got better pitchers. I'm like cause you all got those easy outs at the end.
My father was a Republican and my mother was a Democrat. In Michigan, we always fought about sports, not politics.
For the record, I love my sister. But she is dead wrong on the marriage issue.
Baby names are a big debate in my family. Like true Colombian and Puerto Rican families, everybody and their mother is putting their two cents in - everything from Jose to Francisco to Victorio to Rain has been suggested.
It's arguing, in a very good and positive way. It's sort of sitting down and pulling an argument apart. I think that's a very oddly Jewish thing. And it's the chaos of family and a slight sort of cosy messiness of it all.
If you ask me, 'Are you for or against gay parents?' for example, having kids - it's hard for me to say, 'Yes.'
As a teenager growing up in the suburbs of Washington, I ritually watched the Sunday-morning political talk shows with my family. We parsed and argued and jeered at the screen as national figures delivered careful, poll-tested talking points.
