Day: January 6, 2026

Scott Adams Says He’s Converting to Christianity as He Faces Advanced Cancer
This article may contain commentarywhich reflects the author’s opinion. Scott Adams, the influential cartoonist behind Dilbert and one of the most recognizable voices in American workplace satire, is preparing for a public Christian conversion as he confronts the final chapter of his life amid a battle with advanced cancer. Adams, 67, who revealed earlier this

The Comment I Thought Was Harmless — Until It Wasn’t
It happened so casually that I didn’t even register it as a mistake at first. We were sitting around the table after dinner, plates pushed aside, pie plates passed back and forth. The mood was light, everyone relaxed in that post-meal haze. When my daughter-in-law reached for a second slice of pie, I smiled and

Don’t Throw Away Tuna Cans — At Home, They’re Worth Gold: Smart Ways to Reuse Them
Most of us open a can of tuna, drain it, toss it in the trash, and never think twice. But what if that “worthless” empty can could actually save you money, reduce waste, and become one of the most useful items in your home? Before you throw away your next tuna can, stop. With a

I Thought My Daughter-in-Law Was Lazy. I Was Wrong.
My son works hard. Long hours, early mornings, the kind of job that leaves him exhausted by the time he walks through the door. His wife is a stay-at-home mom. And if I’m being honest, every time I visited, it rubbed me the wrong way. She always seemed to be on her phone. The baby

I Ate a Burger on an 8-Hour Flight—And Somehow It Became Everyone’s Problem
I was about two hours into an eight-hour flight when hunger finally won. I hadn’t eaten much before boarding, and the airline meal schedule was still a mystery, so I pulled out the burger I’d bought at the airport. It wasn’t fancy—just a basic burger wrapped in foil—but at that moment, it felt like a

The Simple Egg Hack Everyone Swears By (And Somehow I Missed)
I thought I knew how to make hard-boiled eggs. I really did. Boil the eggs, cool them down, peel, eat. Simple… right? Apparently not. The day I proudly showed my friend my latest batch of hard-boiled eggs—pocked, torn, and scarred like they’d been through battle—he just stared at me. Then he laughed. “Wait,” he said.

She Walked Out on Our Newborn Twins—Seventeen Years Later, She Showed Up on Graduation Day
When my twin boys were only a few weeks old, their mother, Vanessa, admitted she wasn’t cut out for the constant demands—diapers, bottles, sleepless nights. She said she felt trapped. Then one morning, she was just… gone. No note. No explanation. Later, a mutual friend quietly told me the truth. Vanessa had left town with