Growing up, our kitchen was a battlefield. The signal to batten down the hatches? Dad’s lunch pail, landing with the force of righteous thunder on the chipped counter. That clanging thermos had more authority than the President. “This is my house,” he’d declare, chest out, sweat still fresh on his brow. “I pay the bills. I’m the boss.�

"How Do I Know There Is a God?" You know what I love about writing? No one can interrupt me. As a kid, I had so much to say but was always cut off—misunderstood. People thought they’d heard enough… but later wished they’d let me finish. I meant well. I always did.In the early mornings in the woods drinking a hot cup of coffee, a man has tim

"The Truth Behind the Curtain"By Roy Dawson Earth Angel Master Magical MagicianI ran into someone the other day. A person who lives behind the YouTube curtain. One of those faceless operators who pull the strings, run the code, make the decisions. I won’t say their name—hell, I wouldn’t wish that on anyone. The digital world can be just as da