This is unacceptable. We must protect SNAP, feed our families, and hold those responsible accountable.

That cost share is a tax on people. That's hundreds of millions of dollars states and counties won't have for health care, education & housing.

We don't penalize the Department of Defense over their error rates. And they've never passed an audit! What the Big Ugly Bill passed on to states to pay is simply a rounding error in the defense $1 trillion budget.

That is the difference between families staying or leaving, between our keiki growing up here or saying goodbye. We must act now so our ʻohana can live, work, and thrive at home.

That means appropriating $150B by passing the Housing Crisis Response Act. Fully funding the Housing Trust Fund. Using federal lands to build homes. Modernizing and dramatically expanding the Low-Income Housing Tax Credit.

This is the moment for an affordable housing moonshot. Not small fixes. Not modest investments. Bold, decisive action—now.

At a time when gun violence and substance abuse is on the rise, mental healthcare is not optional. It is essential to providing our communities with stability, compassion, and support they need.

I joined nearly 100 bipartisan members of Congress in successfully reversing a $2B cut to SAMHSA programs like these—because even the threat of losing these funds creates chaos for providers and uncertainty for families.

It's long past time for real change—not more violence, not more fear. We must act now to protect families, safeguard civil rights, and demand justice for Renee Good & so many others.

To his wife Jill and the LaMalfa ʻohana, our thoughts, prayers and aloha are with you. While we will always wish there had been more time, Doug filled each moment with joy, and I am grateful for the time we had. I will miss you, my friend.

Doug reminded me that even in a deeply divided Congress, relationships still matter and that real change starts when we put people first.

I got to meet his mother. He let me drive his rice harvester. He came with me to Lahaina and played basketball with the principal at the opening of our new temporary school. He dropped off rice at my house so he could meet my husband.

We first bonded over the disasters that hit our districts, but our friendship grew from everything we shared beyond the crises: a fierce love of family, a deep commitment to community, and a belief that there was a better way forward.

I gave him spam musubi and chocolate mac nuts, and he brought me my favorite lemon almonds from Oroville. He held firm to his views, and I held to mine, but we were always friends first. And, we both believed that if our friendship and trust could exist, then Congress itself could be a better place.