My Thanksgiving blessings

by Patrice Lewis -- At this thoughtful and sometimes frenzied time of year, I would like to take a moment to publicly express thanks for my many blessings. I'm thankful God sent more…

The tragedy of suicide

by Patrice Lewis -- We lost someone we loved this week. The friendship between Thomas and my husband, Don, stretched back to their high school days, when they were as close as more…

Standing on the shoulders of giants

by Patrice Lewis -- I won't pretend I wasn't disappointed in the results of Tuesday's presidential election. It's not that I had confidence Romney would restore our nation to its original greatness, more…

Enslaving a nation

by Patrice Lewis -- There are two ways to conquer and enslave a nation. One is by the sword. The other is by debt. – attributed to John Adams, 1826 There is more…

The illusion of choice

by Patrice Lewis -- I hate politics. I really do. I hate politics because I see what our elected officials are doing to America. No matter what wonderful things are promised prior more…

Why I can complain about taxes

by Patrice Lewis -- This week a liberal reader sent me a list (which has apparently been circulating on the Internet) on the subject of taxes. "Hello!" began the generic message. "Please more…

The uncertain fate of higher education

by Patrice Lewis -- Many years ago, a horticulturalist told me how and when certain potted plants bloom. When people see flowers, he said, they often think the plant is healthy and more…

Americans now 'sensing danger'

by Patrice Lewis -- An article from Money Morning caught my eye this week, titled, “Faber warns ‘Everything will collapse.’” In response to Bernanke’s stimulus plan (QE3) as well as the Fed’s more…

Redefining a slut

by Patrice Lewis -- Just when I think things can't get any nuttier, I find I'm mistaken. Consider the latest from that bastion of wholesome family values, Planned Parenthood. It seems Planned more…

'This nation is proudly gun-free'

by Patrice Lewis -- A rather disturbing incident happened this week in our remote and isolated rural neighborhood. Before dawn, a strange pickup truck came roaring down our potholed dirt lane, straight more…