There: Today, I said to God the thing I often say to God on a disappointing day: “I just wish I could get there.” I don’t know where there is exactly, and I even suspect that, on some level, I am there, which would be even more disappointing, because I don’t want here t
America has declared war on terrorism and enemies of political freedom around the world. Perhaps it’s time to declare war on Marxist ideas that threaten our economic independence here at home.
One of my favorite shows is the ESPN news show E:60. They do a lot of human interest stories, most times to do with athletes overcoming odds or sports making a difference. Last week they had a story on one of my favorite wrestling personalities: Scott Hall. If you were a fan of wrestling anywh
A rite of passage is a ritual event that marks a person's progress from one status to another. Rites of passage are often ceremonies surrounding events related to puberty, coming of age, marriage and death.
Western author, Louis L’Amour spoke much about, “Friends who camped along old trails that wind back into the past.”
Unless This Is An Emergency: In our early marriage, my husband, Garey, who didn’t understand how my mind works, often accused me of being selfish toward him and our children. “You have sections of time for us, but you don’t include us in your whole life,” he would say.
“Fairness” apparently becomes hip only when it benefits the “Occupy Wall Street” crowd, which promotes a philosophy of wealth distribution while shunning gainful employment, respect for property and proper hygiene.
Someone said we can never look down a new road with the same ease and comfort an old familiar one brings. We can never be fully prepared for that which is wholly new. There was a Russian novelist, a guy by the name of Dostoeviski (If you can pronounce it let me know too.), who put it this way “
Although we know we’ll die someday, many of us have not written a Last Will and Testament. Approximately 55 percent of American adults do not have a will in place, according to LexisNexis, a legal resource center.
Saturday night while watching the NASCAR race, I saw a Chevy truck commercial that sparked the subject of this piece. This little boy was playing with his toy truck, as little boys do, and he hears the sound of an engine nearing. His dad was coming home from work in his Chevy.