Citizen Writers Fighting Censorship by Helping Americans Understand Issues Affecting the Republic.
My dogs sleep all day. It’s just what they do. Except when they’re busy chewing up my 48th pair of reading glasses. They sleep, sleep, sleep. And amazingly, after a full day of sleeping, they don’t feel guilty about it. Not even a little.
This is weird. I realize this. But I wanted to write to you, dear loved one. Namely, because I’ve been dead for some time now. And the way I left this world happened so fast. So unexpected.
The 14-year-old boy cried as he knelt beside his bedside, clasping his hands together. He sobbed, imploring the heavens for a miracle.
Zach Bryan’s “Small Town Smokeshow” is not just a lament over a girl he lost. It’s a tragic psychological portrait of a young woman being slowly erased by the culture that praises her.
Hey, Daddy. Just checking in. How’s the customer service up in Heaven? I heard they have a great buffet. The cruise director happens to be an old friend.
We are seeing a cultural epidemic of over-controlling parenting, especially among well-meaning mothers who want the best for their children but unintentionally smother their independence and identity.
Simply close your eyes and think of your favorite thing in the whole world besides queso dip. Okay. Got it? Now you’re going to have to open your eyes again because these paragraphs aren’t going to read themselves.
New Hampshire is just one example where leftists are striving to steal your liberty though the vague expansion of so-called “child endangerment” legislation.
Disney’s post-2013 films reflect a culture in transition—one increasingly skeptical of tradition, gender roles, and long-standing moral frameworks.
Once a ‘transgender’ person reaches legal adulthood, if he wants to undergo such procedures, that’s his business. But leave the kids alone.
Fellow Americans, we stand at the precipice of moral and spiritual decay, a fate worse than any foreign tyrant or invading army.
A niece’s loving tribute to her Great Uncle, killed in France in 1918 during the Great War.
Family, is different than military service, no matter how honorable. A nation may thank you for your service, but it won’t sit beside your hospital bed when you’re broken.
In my work as a Christian newspaper publisher, radio commentator at TV host, I often have people contact me requesting prayer and counseling. Most all who come for prayer and counsel are Christians.
When we were growing up, my brother and I never got Easter baskets. Easter meant going to church and getting new Easter clothes. Our parents (actually, we just blame Mom–sorry, Mom) wanted to instill in us that Easter was not about rabbits or chocolate eggs, but rather about the resurrection of Jesus.
The modern obsession with happiness—comfort, entertainment, ease—is not only misguided, it’s harmful. It’s a form of “infantile hedonism”: a worldview more suitable for children than for adults who wish to live meaningful lives.
Planned Parenthood’s name is a canard. It has nothing to do with parenthood; rather they are anti-parenthood being the largest abortion mill this side of Communist China.
As a boy, I’d awake to find my mother already in the living room, snuggled beneath a lamp, where she’d been reading for hours. The cat in her lap would just stare at me with moral disapproval.
The Trump family stands as a stark contrast to the stereotype of wealthy political dynasties that have long plagued America’s elite circles—families accused of leveraging their positions to siphon taxpayer money rather than earning their fortunes through ingenuity and grit
