I’ve been fortunate to attend and speak at dozens of conferences, large and small, over the last two decades and have watched attendees display some pretty strange behavior:

Driving home from Tennessee last night, I listened to most of the book Radical: Taking Back Your Faith From the American Dream. It’s rocked my world and forced me to re-examine exactly how I relate to the stuff and souls in it. Dr. David Platt, the book’s author and pastor of The Church at Brook Hills in Alabama, shared how he and his wife saved sacrificially in order to adopt a child from Kazakhstan. He went on to relate how his …

Waking up at 3:31am today to take the dog out.  Realizing while shivering on the porch at 3:34am you haven’t had a dog for 9 years. Looking for your lost iPhone with an intensity that makes the SEALs from Zero Dark Thirty send you a medal.   Scanning eBay for Predator drones you can use on anyone who has kept you on hold longer than 19 seconds. Thinking you’re just one fantastic Tippy the Turtle drawing away from starting a whole new career …

20 years ago today, I made my first and only New Year’s resolution: “Get moving. Get healthy.” I’d scrawled it on a scrap piece of notebook paper stuck to the box of Little Debbie Swiss Cake Rolls I had emptied in one sitting while planted on a couch in my fraternity house room at Butler University. You see, at that time I was a lazy, depressed, and desperate college senior, 45 pounds overweight with no plan for life after college and no energy …

I finally did it, girls. Made the leap. Let go. You both are young right now, maybe too young for all the truth of the present to stick when you’re asked in a far-flung high school or college class about what daddy does for a living and why he does it. Your world is small and bright: early elementary hustle and bustle, playground politics, prayers, tests, the pool, and ponies. Mine is far different from the one you know now …

Need to revolutionize yourself or your business? Fly over to the Danger Zone.

With my fifth Mini-Marathon coming soon, I’m sharing why – and for whom – I run.

To my daughters: You’re being told – in whispers and screams, online, onscreen, in print, in your ear, in your heart – that you need to be different. That modesty is a punchline, your body belongs to boys, and you must abandon your morals and dignity to be complete and loved and happy.

It’s all a lie, of course, and my job is to keep convincing you of that. And I’ll start with a Lamborghini.

Today is my 40th birthday. I expected to have some deep thoughts to post about the life I’ve lived up until now, but they’re hard to come by today.

Have mercy on Christina Aguilera’s Super Bowl performance, please.

We take for granted that our national anthem is going to be sung with respect, passion, and the right words. I wish she wouldn’t have messed them up.

Why, then, should I defend her?