Sunday The air is clear. There is a soft spring breeze blowing over our swimming pool. The night blooming jasmine is giving me and our household a sumptuous gift of that perfect plumed air that is America in all of…

A particularly idiotic aphorism touted by our mindless culture is this cliché: Wait until you have enough money to have kids.  This nugget serves as secular wisdom, courtesy of the noxious winds of the zeitgeist. It always frustrates me. When…

When my Dad met my Mom for the first time, he threw her straight into a lake without a single word. Debbie Bailey came up sputtering mad. “You jerk!” she called him, among other things. That is not what one…

Like many sons as Father’s Day approaches, I have only fond memories of my father, Frank F. Sempa. I loved and admired him while he was alive, but my admiration for him only grew greater after he died, when I…

Some people pretend that a family’s structure doesn’t matter so long as a child has a parent who supports and loves him or her. But this isn’t the case. Children do best when they live with their mother and father. …

In January 1995, I made a list of 18 attributes that described the type of man I wanted to marry. The list included “wants children,” “high family ties — loves his mother,” “secure in themselves,” and “social.” Three years later,…

“Only you — only you! — could manage to get shot in the ass!” The year was 1987. A group of middle-aged men sat under the umbrellas at the cheap fiberglass tables of the Holiday Inn in Columbus, Georgia not…

When I opened Google this Sunday, I was wished a happy Father’s Day by the mighty search engine’s anonymous powers. It was a sharp change of pace from recent Google greetings celebrating Gay Pride Month. Gay Pride Month, if you…

One day in early 1974 I was a speechwriter for President Richard M. Nixon. I needed data about the economy for my work. I walked up 3 flights of stairs to my father’s office. He was Chairman of the President’s…