Went to the dentist not long ago. While I was sitting in “the chair,” I noticed that the television in the room was tuned to the Music Choice cable channel.
With great regret America witnessed another senseless act of killing this past week.
I had a great Christmas in 2017!
I recently read a commentary by someone who urged us to stop using the word “addict,” because it somehow stigmatizes drug users.
It’s sad to say another Christian group has decided to maintain access to DC power rather than tell the truth regarding the shortcomings of a prominent politician.
I couldn’t stand it anymore. For years I’ve watched TV ads for Publisher’s Clearing House, showing people jumping up and down on their porches at the news that they had won from $1,000 to $5,000 a week for the rest of their lives.
Since the advent of sabermetrics, the already insufferable annual argument about who should get into the dysfunctional Baseball Hall of Fame has become more tedious.
Despite the fact that I’m well into my geriatric years, I continue to make vital career decisions.
Numbers in elementary school were friendly.
Thirty-plus years ago, aunt Addie Lee dropped in on the farmhouse that my parents used for storage and family cookouts.
With healthcare reform in abeyance, tax reform done, and the White House starting to pivot toward immigration, is there still room for the trade agenda?
You see, my father was born in 1933. He was a paperboy in the days when paperboys stood on city corners and shouted “Extra!”
The following is a page from my new novel of the above title:
Of all the careers I might have chosen, I never felt the desire to become an anesthesiologist.
When the national economy is on a roll, history tells us, the American people are happy, content, upbeat and readily credit whoever the President is at the time for creating an environment in which growth, opportunity and job security can thrive.