"Few directors create one classic American movie, but since 1992, Clint Eastwood has created not one or two, but arguably nine."
The story of how “A Charlie Brown Christmas” came to be is itself a classic American story. Or, more precisely, how it almost didn’t come to be.
The Kavanaugh hearings were more a Rorschach test than anything else, revealing more about us—the American people—than the innocence of the accuser or accused.
He changed lives because he challenged boys to be the best players they could be.
As a spiritual person, Aretha would have agreed that our girls, black and white, need our boys to become better men.
There are no safe spaces in the real world of work. No therapy pets. No gold stars or social promotion.
The narrative of the south as a place filled with people—as Obama once opined—who cling to their Bibles and their guns, is still the prevailing one.
Chuck Taylor got his name on a sneaker because he just may have been one of the greatest salesmen in American history.
What these academic elites don’t understand is that most of us are walking melting pots.
The media only seems to care about the death of black men when the person doing the killing is wearing a blue uniform.