If you have something to hide, hide it better.
Sorry. Disasters aren't budgeted this year.
When wedding bells ring, don't forget the jello.
In fact, my knowledge of Brazil is limited to that tall Jesus statue overlooking a city, and the fact people can be naked on the beaches while speaking Portuguese.
My new approach this year is not to promise better behavior or new experiences, but to simply look back at the mistakes of last year and avoid repeating them.
At first, I thought I had the flu because I didn't get a flu shot this year and naturally had to be punished by the medical community.
Starting in 2013, every pack of cigarettes sold in the U.S. will include graphic images portraying the physical effects of smoking, although looking really cool when you're a teenager won’t be one of them.
So now we know why over the past few years our Internet service would sometimes slow to a crawl: Osama bin Laden was tying up the circuits Googling himself. Repeatedly.
Speaking of my granddaughter, I was changing her diaper the other day, and in the contents I'm pretty sure I saw ...
A little Methodist church has a big heart for the left out and the lonley in the shadow of the nation's capital.
As the United States prepares for its inevitable takeover by special interests, Sojourners recently sat down with the godfather of them all, the National Rifle Association.
As one would predict, many humor writers are taking cheap shots at the new pat-down rules at airports. But at Sojourners we're different.
Not to brag, but my new toilet was rated Best Flush for 2010.
Having successfully survived a mid-life crisis -- mainly by living past mid-life -- I felt it was finally time to sell my Harley, the vehicle I procured a few years back to counter the feelings of insecurity that come with aging.
After more than 200 years of constitutional democracy, it may be time to try something completely different.
I never look forward to my trips to Dallas, a red-state city short on political tolerance but long on congenial in-laws, who welcome me to their comfortable little patch of sagebrush while trying t
Frank Luntz sees things differently than the rest of us.
As summer approaches, I look forward to the day, sometime in late July, when all the snow will finally be gone from Washington, D.C.
It was a very special day, and I chose my necktie accordingly, a selection made easier by the fact that I only have two.
I’ve been surfing the Internet, looking for ways to escape the coming apocalypse that ancient Mayans, using science available at the time, predicted for two years from now.