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Stop Brainwashing Your Kids

Stop Brainwashing Your Kids

I recently saw a conversation online where someone disagreed with a certain parenting style. They ultimately lashed out in frustration, saying "stop brainwashing your kids!" Here is my opinion on brainwashing. I'm all for it. I'm absolutely going to brainwash my...

My Thoughts on Separating Children From Parents

My Thoughts on Separating Children From Parents

If you've turned on the television or gotten on social media in the past week, you've obviously been beaten over the head with what's going on on our southern border. It has started a conversation that's long overdue, but certainly not a new one. The law hasn't...

Let’s Stop Pretending Work-Life Balance is a Thing

Let’s Stop Pretending Work-Life Balance is a Thing

The time has come that we put an end to a hilariously overused catch phrase. If you hadn’t read the title already I would’ve presented it here in bold letters. “Work-Life Balance”. Oh well. So much for presentation. Anyway, let me tell you why this is one of the most...

Corn Sharks

Corn Sharks

This was a talk I gave around Father’s Day near San Jose, CA when we lived there for a short time. Hopefully I’ll be able to add to the Spirit that we’ve been able to feel today so far. I would first just like to publicly thank each of you for being so welcoming to...

Raw Potatoes and Marriage

Raw Potatoes and Marriage

Growing up on a farm, I was able to see the planting, growing, and harvesting of a variety of different crops. Wheat, potatoes, beans, corn, peppermint, sugar beets, and alfalfa made every summer a torture for my trusty shovel and me. As we worked, I saw a very...

My Life as a Chicken-Fibber

My Life as a Chicken-Fibber

The 9 year-old me walked through the front door on a sunny May afternoon, tired from a long day at school. Dad also walked through the door. “Did you get the chickens fed?” he asked. Feeding the farm fowl was one of many dreaded chores that plagued my childhood....

“Many”

“Many”

Many a soldier, many a day, Wasted in fighting, a price that we must pay. Many a child, break down and cry, Over a dear parent, and for this country they did die. Many a letter, sent to the dark abyss, Stamped with a hug and sealed with a kiss. Many a civilian, killed...