I want my children to know that there has been a high cost paid for all that makes this country great.
On May 20, 1927, Charles Lindbergh, a 25-year-old pilot lifted off from Long Island’s Roosevelt Field, turned northeast, and flew the 3,610 miles on a route that altered his future and our world forever.
Ten years ago I got a crazy idea. It all began when I read Henry Wadsworth Longfellow’s amazing poem, “Paul Revere’s Ride.”
Waiting and persevering is one of our greatest trials. But we don’t let it define us.
Leo Thorsness was an inspiration to generations of fighter pilots, myself included.
Stephen Covey, the best-selling business author, often emphasizes the enormous value of being proactive.
As I have traveled from coast to coast across America talking about my new book, “42 Faith: The Rest of the Jackie Robinson Story,” one question keeps popping up.
To my mind, the great men and women of postwar America include Eleanor Roosevelt, Thurgood Marshall, Daniel Patrick Moynihan, Ted Kennedy, Martin Luther King Jr., Ronald Reagan, Richard Nixon, Bill Bratton and Billy Graham.
“GIVE ME LIBERTY, OR GIVE ME DEATH!” why is that all we remember about Patrick Henry—just seven little words?
The crisis of the conservative mind divided needs to be thought through and argued about.