Remember that Tuskegee, with her exquisite cruelties, wasn't a one-off. It was a warm-up.
Don’t let Trump break your brain. The heart of the conservative movement needs you to stand and fight.
We’re on the precipice of reformation or destruction. We’re treading a tenuous line between light and darkness. We’re deciding whether to worship at God's or man's church.
Our children - our girls specifically - are victims of a modern-day Amalekite ambush by men and women who possess a sexually perverse mindset and agenda.
The job of the state is to establish order and security, wield the sword and protect her residents' safety.
Whether we like it or not, the issue remains: violence and fatherlessness are connected.
We have big questions based on what many of you legislators chose NOT to do. You mangled several home run cases and we want to know why.
Parents, you, not today's experts, are exactly who God wants to lead your kids. He will give you what you need when you need it.
Have you heard about the Bielski brothers or what they built deep in the forest? Because they managed to pull off a magnificent resistance.
Our kids have ready access to sexually explicit material courtesy of our schools. This perversion comes into their hands on their school-issued Chromebooks.
Let’s be part of the generation that brings order from chaos and demands that immigration’s door to hell be slammed shut once and for all.
When you are sure about where you’re going when you die, that certainty brings powerful clarity about your life, how to live, and what to do while you’re here.
It’s tragic, isn’t it, that gambling is back? It's tragic because people who should know and do better won’t.
How did we end up with the idea of separate races? And when did people start buying into the hideous notion that one race was superior to another?
Despite the horror of it all, they came together, united in the pursuit of solutions. And if they lived like that, on a snowy, unforgiving mountainside in Western Argentina, we can too.
Election season is upon us. Alabama, it's not if. It's when and it’s where.
“How do we get involved? Are there examples of what we can do?”
I'm still not sure how Birmingham missed getting a major airport, but they did. Just like Muscle Shoals and Ford City, the story of Birmingham and the airlines is another head-scratcher worth considering.
Can you imagine what Muscle Shoals would look like now if the government chose not to step in the way of free enterprise and daring ideas, but instead decided to encourage them?
When did it become our government's job to assure health equity – an illogical and unattainable term?
It's hard to unsee the cancerous mass the health care system has become.
Getting history right matters. Borders, land, and boundaries matter. It matters there. And it matters here.
We’re held back by a withering fear of speaking out and then getting canceled, of losing friends and of being deserted by family. Or even fear over our government coming for us. So terror shuts our mouths and kills our resolve.
Even though THEY still salivate at the chance to map out and control every aspect of our lives – including getting us to eat bugs – the winds of change, slight though they may be, are upon us.
Recently, adults gave the green light to blue material. It's happened repeatedly in Alabama, but Prattville is the only place elected officials have shaken hands with what's wicked.
Oliver Anthony’s lyrics about the “Rich Men North of Richmond” made me think about COVID and the lies we were told. Because right now, the rich men north of Richmond are banking on us believing them all over again.
Will Trump follow in Abraham Lincoln or Winston Churchill’s footsteps? Those two men failed significantly before sustained success, but both learned that failure is a peerless teacher.