Am I the only person concerned that, over the past six months, our society has announced to the rest of the planet (and apparently, we can throw in Mars) that we’re cashing in our chips and shutting down? We’re not talking about economic woes, or the definition of marriage, or that Donald Trump is an […]
As many of you know (and some may not), my job has changed tremendously over the past few months. Our small media company now owns newspapers in Charlotte and Houston.
When Christians choose to take the moral high ground on societal issues, and then fail the way we have, we lose the ability to influence, and the news over the past week has been one of those moments of great awakening.
During college, most of which I’ve long forgotten, my favorite class was taught by a professor who loved to argue with any student daring to differ with his tenets of Political Psychology.
In an odd sort of way, readers of this weekly column have followed along as my wife and I have spent the past two years pretending we know how to be parents. And we are not alone.
We don’t know our neighbors the way we once did. If a child played along the street – where, incidentally, we held our Olympics – the neighbors all looked out for the kids. Today, the neighbors don’t even know the kids’ names.
Two weeks ago, our newspaper made a decision that pleased the pastries out of some folks and angered others enough that they demanded they never see another copy of The Leader.
In less than four months, you and I will elect a new mayor of Houston, and if you’re like 85 percent of your neighbors, you just mumbled, “Who cares?”
Ever wonder what makes a job like this exciting every once in a while? Get a raging group of readers together and have them threaten to remove a public official.
This week, I did a little reading about Father’s Day, because that’s what we’re supposed to celebrate this weekend, and if we’re celebrating something, I don’t want to miss the party.