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February 25, 2012

Honey Boys

When I was growing up, my oldest brother, Jerry, was everything a mother and father would want in a son: intelligent, gentle, and respectful.  I never saw him argue with my mom or dad.  Never.  Not even once.

February 18, 2012

A Reservoir of Love

It happened on a Friday evening in April of 1977, when I was 19-years-old.  I was home from college for the weekend and after dinner, my mom brought out a cake she had baked for my youngest brother, Tony.  There were 2 candles on the cake and it was time to sing Happy Birthday to the baby of the family.  As usual, the candles were lit and the lights were turned off.  Tony sat in mom’s lap while we sang to him.  After Tony blew out the candles, someone turned on the lights to the dining room.  It was then that we noticed mom was wiping away tears from her eyes.

February 11, 2012

The Unanswered Question

The first time I ever heard the phrase “Academic Freedom” was when I was 22 years old.  It happened in 1979, when I was a student at St. Louis University School of Law.  I had no idea when I started law school that I was going to get a real “education” on how a Catholic university operated. 

February 4, 2012

A Retired Nun Challenges My Manhood

Last Monday I received a telephone call from a retired nun who reads my articles every week.  I’ve known this particular nun for over 20 years.  Even though she’s “retired,” she works harder than most people who are half her age.  She’s a very holy and humble woman who cares greatly about the Catholic Church and the current state of humanity. 

January 28, 2012

A Punk Kid & The Student Teacher

When I graduated from a Catholic grade school in 1971, I was determined to never look back.  I got off to a bad start in first grade and every year after that got worse.  I was more than ready to move on.  I looked forward to starting high school with a blank slate and an entire new group of teachers who had never heard of me.

October 15, 2011

iPads, iTunes & iHaters

When I was a freshman in college, I shared an apartment with a student who was a junior at the same college I was attending.  His name was Dale.

July 23, 2011

Does The Name Really Matter?

When I graduated from a public high school 36 years ago (1975), no one in high school talked openly about homosexuality.  There were some rumors about one of our teachers, but that was it.  If there were any students who were homosexual, nobody knew about it because it was never discussed.

February 19, 2011

A Change In Behavior To The Dark Side

I’ve only been to one high school reunion since graduating in May of 1975.  I never had the desire to attend one until I received a letter in 1995 inviting me to the 20 year reunion.  After I received the invitation, I tracked down my best friend from high school.  He was living in Chicago at the time, was married, and had two children.  Like me, he had not gone to any of the previous reunions.

October 23, 2010

Say Hello To Your New “Friend”

In last week’s article, A Prowler In The House, I threw down the gauntlet and challenged fathers to start conducting surprise inspections of their son’s iPods, cell phones, computers, and other devices.*

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