When I was a kid, Paul Newman was ‘the man.’

This time of year is interesting – particularly when it’s election season.

I remember how excited I’d get when it was time to buy those “back to school essentials.”

Much ado was made last week regarding the Obamas and their lavish travels.

We were treated to a ‘get to know ya’ by the League of Women Voters this past week.

John Nelson makes some good points in his Man in the Middle column this week, “Police State.” 

Last week I came across a news article that left me feeling uneasy.

We all have a story, a family legacy which we should all work on preserving.

A friend of mine suggested that I write an article on deconditioning negative self-talk.

“Daddy, play that cowboy ballet c.d.,” said our 5-year old daughter, Willa.

It’s a great experiment – of which, it appears, we’re right in the middle; at least that’s what I hope.

Fellowship of Christian Athletes Mission Team will arrive in Oak Hill on Sunday from West Virginia, not New Jersey (as previously reported).

I had to look it up. 

Within the next week, conversation and editorials will turn to those candidates who wish to be elected this coming fall.

Father’s Day conjures up visions of lop-sided cakes, toothless smiles and frantically wrapped, long, skinny boxes containing the annual neck tie.

Watching this oil disaster in the Gulf of Mexico unfold is frustrating; all that crude just constantly gushing and no one able to stop it.