Fox News host Harris Faulkner and the Reminder that stunned the President!
Harris Falkner has always kept things professional on screen, yet she has faced deep loss. On Christmas 2020, she lost her father, Bobby Harris; her mother had passed away four years earlier. She posted: “Dad will keep guiding me with his grace and strength from Heaven beside Mom. I am theirs and they are mine forever.” As a child, she took her father’s last name as her first, and later adopted Falkner from a distant relative. Her father, a veteran, was born on Flag Day and taught: “Praise God, love America and all Americans, especially when we disagree. Do all you can for those who can offer only company.”
Her faith was shaken badly during the Cvd-19 crisis. She said: “I prayed less and cried more.” Finding her father’s annotated Bible helped her heal: “Reading his words made the broken parts of my life feel stitched back together.”
In 2012, reporting live from Sandy Hook Elementary after the trag1c sht1ng of 26 people, including 20 k1ds, she began with a moment of silence and guided viewers with empathy.
In 2020, interviewing Donald Tr::u::mp, she reminded him: “When George Floyd called for his mom in his final breaths, he called my name. I’m a mom first.” She felt honesty and humanity matter most.
During a 2017 panel, as co-host Melissa Francis cried while debating rac3, Falkner calmed the talk and gently added: “This isn’t 1950. We can do this conversation, even through tears.”
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