Okay... here I went! We all raced to the teacher resource store, office store, bookshelf store. We went to the school for a meeting with the teacher and principal, and to the library for curriculum and supplies. More >>

I had a Dr Laura moment, and the guts to blog about it because of you: Reach for Those Stars? (AKA Shame on You Seventeen Magazine) More >>

I am what I call a "Dead Beat Dad."

Let me explain.

After my wife filed for a divorce I felt dead inside. More >>

I just read your guest blog, When Bad Things Happen to Children. It was the email from Lisa, a mother, obviously in pain, questioning the meaning of life as she watches her child suffer from cancer. More >>

One question I'm always asked is, "Is it really possible as a parent to keep up with technology and to make sure our kids are safe when they often know their way around technology better than we do?" And my answer is always an emphatic yes! More >>

Here are my thoughts after listening to your caller who had fears about regrets hoping her alcoholic father would die. While growing up, I lived in a home much like she described. While I did pray my father would decide to give up alcohol, my main prayers were for my Mom... More >>

From alcohol, to prescription, to recreational, it seems our favorite past time as a nation has became drug use. Now our children are becoming victims of our ignorance and lazy life styles. More >>

I could totally relate to the call about the disrespectful boy throwing his homework at Dad. When I called my pastor about my husband being too hard on our 19 year old son, thinking the pastor would side with me, he had this to say... More >>

I agree with the tone of your advice about raising children. I have two "old" kids now (24 and 27) and I wanted to add one thing that worked for us: reading to them daily before they went to bed. More >>

I have been listening to your program since I was in a car seat in my dad's car. He was a big talk-radio junkie in the 90's and your show became one of my favorite things about driving with my dad. I remember sitting in the car with my head against the window, completely silent, listening to you talk to the hurting, the normal, the crazy, and the absolutely outrageous. They never stopped coming to you with their problems and needs. More >>