I lay no claim to the title of fashion maven—even though one of my kids did recently tell me I have “style.” The fact that this pronouncement was followed by a request for money should in no way cast doubt on its sincerity.
Father’s Day, for me, always brings a range of emotions, foremost of which is gratitude. I’m grateful for all the fathers who have had such a tremendous influence for good on my life: My father and grandfathers, my uncles, my wife’s father, my son-in-law, my brother and brothers-in-law.
Perhaps without meaning to, President Obama recently seemed to rebuke…wait for it…Jesus Christ.
We all know some parents are too strict and others too lenient. But according to research conducted by the Center for Teacher Effectiveness, it’s not quite that simple. Parenting styles can actually be placed on a continuum, with four main types.
My wife and I have raised four honor students, four varsity athletes, two Eagle Scouts (soon to be three), two gainfully-employed college graduates (so far), and three academic scholarship recipients (soon to be four).
Over the years, I’ve used this space on Mother’s Day to sing the praises of mothers in general and a few mothers in particular, like my wife and step-mother.
A recent survey of over 700 large companies nationwide, conducted by The Chronicle of Higher Education, found that employers these days aren’t entirely satisfied with the quality of college graduates.
Perhaps you’ve noticed that I avoid referring to leftists as “liberals,” a term that suggests open-mindedness and generosity. Not to be unkind, but those are not qualities I normally associate with the left, unless you count being generous with other people’s money.
“April is the cruelest month,” wrote the poet T.S. Eliot, and indeed it is—but not, perhaps, for the reasons he envisioned.
Another political correctness tempest in a teapot, brought to us once again by the hysterical mainstream media, sprang up this week in Dublin, Georgia, where a middle school teacher reportedly told her students that President Obama and his supporters are not Christians.
Before your children started school, you couldn’t possibly have anticipated how much time you’d spend helping them with their studies and other school-related projects.
According to the popular media, we should all be seeking more “balance” in our lives. But what exactly does that mean?
When the new college football playoff system was announced, I thought the move from the two-team BCS championship to a four-team “tournament” was kind of lame—a step that, even if in the right direction, was disappointingly small.
Welcome to another edition of “Stupid things I have said.” Once again, I find myself severely limited in terms of space, but if you want to read every one of the stupid things I said over the past year, you can find all my columns online in the Citizen archives.
Last week, in the first installment of this two-part series aimed at married guys, I talked about three things any good wife wants. Here are three more:
A couple of months ago, I wrote a pair of columns aimed at married women about “what your husband really wants.” This time around, in the interests of fairness, balance, and gender equity, I’d like to address the husbands.
Seen on Twitter this week: “When I die, I want the Georgia Bulldogs to carry my casket so they can let me down one more time.”
When I hear the talking heads profess shock and dismay over the latest athletic scandal at the University of North Carolina, I have to wonder if their angst is manufactured.
The other day I stopped by to see a young couple from church. Their three little boys, all under age 8, were playing in the front yard under mom’s watchful eye.
When it comes to topics like “climate change” and the origin of the universe, leftists are all about “the science.” They’re inordinately proud of their “data”—even if they occasionally have to make some up.
A good friend of mine, who hails from jolly old England, recently became a naturalized American citizen.
As fathers, we all want our sons to grow up to be loving husbands, involved fathers, and contributing members of society. That doesn’t happen by accident.
After 27 years as a professor, not to mention 8 years of undergraduate and graduate coursework, I’ve learned a little about what it takes to succeed in college.
Common Core supporters love to characterize people who oppose the initiative as ignorant or misled. Don’t let that stop you. The stakes are too high. As parents, we cannot allow ourselves to be intimidated.
Having a good marriage is a lot of hard work. But having a bad marriage is easy.
In the run-up to the World Cup, and during the first two weeks of the tournament itself, all we heard was how crazy Americans were about soccer — finally.
As the father of a young daughter, you have an awesome responsibility: Your little girl will form her initial judgments about men from watching you.
Watching LeBron James play in the recent NBA playoffs reminded me of myself.
If you can spare a moment from your 9-year-old’s 60-game summer travel ball schedule, please consider the following:
I’ve been a father for just over half my life—definitely the better half. Before kids, I was pretty self-absorbed. After my first child was born, the word “absorb” took on a whole new meaning.
Whoever said “Love means never having to say you’re sorry” was obviously never married. Because being married means having to say you’re sorry all the time, even when you’re not. OK, especially when you’re not.
Several readers have asked me, after making it through the first three installments of this series, “Where does love come in? Isn’t it foundational to a good marriage?”
My dad always said there are two kinds of married people: those who are committed, and those who probably ought to be.
Most of us are familiar with the old saying, “opposites attract,” as well as its corollary: “But likes stay together.”
Almost overnight, Nevada cattle rancher Cliven Bundy has gone from libertarian folk hero, defying government overreach, to toxic political liability, after making racially insensitive remarks.
How much does your family spend at Walmart each month? Two, three hundred dollars? Let’s call it $3000 a year, on average.
Apparently Democrats don’t have a monopoly on (presumably) well-intentioned measures that actually do long-lasting harm (see: War on Poverty, Obamacare).
As a writer, I used to scoff at people who say, “There are no words.” Of course there are words. There are always words.
The age-old notion that college is the doorway to a high-paying career has been taking it on the chin lately, as more and more young people ask, “Is it worth it?”
With mid-term elections still more than eight months off, this column might be premature. Then again, I’m already hearing political ads on the radio, so maybe my timing isn’t so bad—especially since I hope to start a grass-roots movement.
If this column seems a bit iffy, feel free to blame it on my lack of exercise.
Among the startling revelations that President Obama shared in last week’s State of the Union address was this gem: Some people make more money than others.
As someone who rooted for the Atlanta Falcons through many, many years of mediocrity—entire decades when the hapless franchise couldn’t put together back-to-back winning seasons—I’ve been gratified to see the Birds achieve some degree of relevance over the past six seasons.
Another year has passed, and ever the curmudgeon, I choose not to look cheerfully forward but to look back cringingly at some of the things I’ve written over the past 12 months that were, shall we say, less than smart.
Each era produces its own slang. Some terms demonstrate staying power and become part of the lexicon, while others are relegated to the dustbin of linguistic history.
Don’t tell me recruiting doesn’t happen in high school sports. I know for a fact it’s been part of the landscape for at least 20 years.
Our sophisticated, modern economy offers numerous options for those who wish to “eat out.” Unless, of course, you’re a parent with small children. Then there’s only one option: fast food.
When I was growing up, the fastest way to get boys engaged in learning was to make it a competition between them and the girls. The girls usually won, but at least the boys competed.
This column is not for adults. If you’re an adult, stop reading immediately.
It’s time we address the real root cause of violence across cultures.