By Don Mohler   Dear Santa, Okay Big Guy step away from the work bench and give the elves 15 minutes to grab a hot chocolate.  We need to talk. Sure we’ve made eye contact a few times over the past 40 years when you’ve listened intently to my children and grandchildren with wonder in…

At this special time of the year, I am pleased to welcome a well-known keynote speaker, behavioral transformation consultant, communications accelerator and a licensed mental health counselor as guest contributor to the Front Porch. This outstanding professional happens to be my sister from Jacksonville, Florida. I hope she will stop by on a regular basis.…

By Jennifer Lynch, Ph.D. I was born and raised in a small town.  My grandparents and their friends helped build my community. Their children and their children’s children have all called this place home. But it is more than my home.  It is my storybook, my fairy tale. When I was young, I didn’t know…

By Don Mohler We should be able to sit at a baseball game and enjoy a beer and a brat with a friend, even if that friend’s political beliefs aren’t exactly our cup of tea. It shouldn’t take an Ellen DeGeneres therapy session on decency to remind of us of that. But it did. You…

By Don Mohler “Oh my god, there’s been another one.” That is how the conversation began at our annual family Labor Day gathering over the weekend along the Chesapeake Bay in Cambridge, Maryland. Sadly, no one had to ask what “another one” meant. In America 2019 everyone knew that somewhere, somehow there had been another…

By Don Mohler Dear Democrats, Donald Trump can’t possibly win. Can he?   Let’s journey back to January 12, 1969. As sad as it might sound, I still bear the wounds from that awful day. You see on that date in history in Super Bowl III a team from the upstart American Football League, the…

This essay was originally published in the Sun several years ago.  Because we need some childhood magic now more than ever, I hope you will enjoy. By Jennifer Lynch, Ph.D. When I was young, I loved the 4th of July. The 4th seems to mark that time in the summer when certain smells and memories…

By Don Mohler   “Thanks mom.”  Yep, that’s right. Thanks mom. I know it’s Father’s Day, but sorry dads. No matter how many games of catch you played, no matter how many fishing lines you untangled, or how many tears you wiped away with ice cream, when the big moment arrives, the first words out…

By Don Mohler Do we always have to be so damn angry? The answer to that question will go a long way toward determining what kind of legacy we leave for our children. And quite frankly, right now, the optimist in me (and I’m a pretty optimistic guy) is not very optimistic. Our anger is…

By Don Mohler This is the final installment of the This, and that… Mother’s Day tribute. When I asked Facebook friends to share some memories of their moms, I had a feeling that some moving and inspirational stories might come forth, and come forth they did and in those stories were some very clear themes-…