Citizen Writers Fighting Censorship by Helping Americans Understand Issues Affecting the Republic.
The following is a true story. The little girl was walking with her mother. They were taking a stroll through the hospital garden, bathed in the dappled sunlight of early afternoon, looking at all the flowers in bloom.
She was 94. She came through the meet-and-greet line after my one-man shipwreck. She waited her turn patiently, while I ran my mouth, signed books, and kissed babies.
A small town. The kind of beautiful American hamlet where all that’s missing is the Norman Rockwell signature. There was a party happening on Main Street. Lots of people.
Nobody understood how to navigate the endless battle to control what and how we think better than COL James N. “Nick” Rowe, who spent five years as a prisoner of the Viet Cong.
Day 2: Skills and The Code So many myths surround the origins and meanings behind “The Twelve Days of Christmas.” It’s challenging to trace the birth and intended message in any older song, especially one that dates to 1780. You can conduct your own research, but I’m seeing more reference to the carol being French …
What I could use is in this 5th Generation War is 12 psychological gifts from the king of resilience, COL James N. “Nick” Rowe, U.S. Army Green Beret and survivor of five years as a Viet Cong prisoner of war in the swampy U Minh Forest of southernmost Vietnam.
I bought this hat in my dad’s hometown, many years ago. It has always been my favorite hat. For years, it’s been my constant reminder of his beautiful and tragic life. Today, after walking 336 miles on the Camino de Santiago, I left it at the foot of a very big cross.
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.
The young woman sits in my truck passenger seat. She is 19. Her hair is red. Scottish red. Luminously red. People always comment on her hair first.
I have here a letter from 19-year-old Erin, who lives in Bristol, Virginia.
“Dear Sean,” she begins, “I want to be happy, but I’m not…
“My family is stressing me out, big-time. Especially my mom.
My sister and I sit cross-legged on the front porch, playing cards. I am losing. Not that this matters.
We are really into the game right now, slapping cards on the porch floor.
I shouldn’t be braiding hair. But there I was. Giving it my best shot. We were in a hotel lobby. The 19-year-old sat with her back facing me. Her violent red hair in my hands.
I remember the day we got married. I was a bundle of nerves. I didn’t know what to do with myself. So I just drove around town in my car.
Turning 50 brings with it changes that most men are unprepared for. You may still feel like the same person, but both physically and emotionally, life begins to shift.
The way to save this country is to eat together. We don’t eat together anymore. We don’t eat supper at the same table. When did that stop?
Today, we live in a world of confusion and delusion, like I never could have dreamed we’d see in my lifetime. Or ever, for that matter.
An open letter to young men. As you embark on your journey through life, it’s essential to remember that the path to success is often shaped by the choices you make, even the seemingly small ones.
No politics today. I’ll go back to my usual minarchist activism later. Today I’ll talk about something more serious-our parents.
No, it doesn’t take a village to raise a child, but a family; An example of what happens when a child is not raised.
