My dad, grew up poor in a copper-mining town in Arizona. The eleventh of 15 children, he learned to be resourceful and entrepreneurial at a young age, shining shoes at local bars and starting his own pinata business at the tender age of twelve.
I always say that my motto when it comes to children is: My job is not to get you into Harvard, it’s to get you to heaven.
Sometimes well-intentioned programs can lead to dependency and cause us to forget we have what it takes to attain the American dream.
Consumerism is the reason Christmas has morphed into a hollow shopping ritual that leaves too many families with debt hangovers and an empty feeling inside.
I don’t need my president to be my savior – I already have one.
There are a lot of blessings from being a big family, but there’s also a lot more work. My kids understand that we are a team and we have to work together, so I don’t do it all by myself.
Conservatives need to demonstrate in word and deed that we genuinely care about Hispanics and want them to join us.
Over the years I have heard all the psychological analysis which says that habitually tardy people are narcissists and I don’t buy it. I’m late because I am always trying to do one more thing for my family before I leave the door.
Charter schools in particular have proven a lifeline for millions of children stuck in chronically failing schools.
When Hispanics start businesses at two times the rate of the average population, it seems to me that fewer regulations and dictates from Washington will do more to encourage start-ups, hiring, and progress up the economic ladder.
Parents and grandparents ought to understand the importance of making sure the next generation excels – and charter schools have proven extraordinarily successful nearly everywhere they’ve been tried.
Well, being a mom is the best job in the world.
My poor kids have accepted that being dropped off late to birthday parties, practices, and yes, school, is just part of the large family package.
Progressives control America’s schools and text book industry and they dishonestly leave the ugliest parts of the collectivist story out.
Instead of getting swept up in a whirlwind of banal ‘holiday’ parties, useless gift exchanges and harried shopping, my family tries hard to use the weeks of Advent to prepare our hearts and home in meaningful ways for the Prince of Peace.
I’m so happy I married a fellow Catholic because I think that marriage is tough enough – that’s one area that’s just not something we argue about. There’s no contention about it because we’re both on the same page.
Life is tougher for Americans – especially for those who voted by the highest percentages for President Obama’s promise of hope and change.
Every kid is going to be his or her own individual, they all have their own style of doing things.
In fact, there is an academic blackout about the atrocities perpetrated in the name of communism and socialism.
When fathers are not present, government becomes the ‘baby daddy’ and conservative social values are harder to pass on to the next generation.
By granting 4 million undocumented immigrants social security numbers that can potentially be misused through loopholes in our tax code and voting laws, President Obama is poisoning the waters of public perception and reinforcing negative stereotypes of Latinos and all immigrants.
My kids love old Hollywood movies and look forward to watching the Charlton Heston classic, ‘The Ten Commandments,’ every year. The retro special effects and over-acting are fun to watch and the story is a great reminder of our Jewish roots in the Passover meal.
I make no apologies for not being very outdoorsy and for not really enjoying the cold.
I am a practicing Catholic, not an evangelical Christian, but in 2016 I stood with millions of evangelicals who decided that Donald Trump would be the best person to fight for our religious liberty.
Government policies ought to encourage families to stay together and work hard to improve their lives, not punish them.
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