Joshua Rogers is the author of the book Confessions of a Happily Married Man. In addition to writing for Boundless, he has also written for ChristianityToday.com, FOXNews.com, Washington Post, Thriving Family, and Inside Journal. His personal blog is www.joshuarogers.com. You can follow him @MrJoshuaRogers or on his Facebook page.
If you’re a smart intern, then you want to be like my buddy Philip Zimmerly, who was a law student when we met several years ago at a federal agency where I worked. To this day, I still use him as an example when I’m talking to new interns. From the …
One of my greatest regrets in life happened during my driver’s education class in ninth grade. I was assigned to a car that I shared with an instructor and three classmates. One of my classmates was a quiet, attractive girl, and I had a crush on her. B …
I still remember the night my friend Aaron suggested I interview three people to learn what kind of impact I had on them. I was in a men’s accountability group, and no one other than Aaron seemed enthusiastic about our doing it. I was especially uncom …
My 4-year-old daughter has a crush on the next door neighbor’s young son, Carson, who’s 6. The other day, she was playing in the front yard with him when I looked out the window and noticed that she was standing at the edge of the yard by herself. I di …
Recently, I wrote a post on Boundless in which I compared dating to the process of purchasing a home, and I warned readers about the dangers of settling on a “fixer-upper,” that is, “someone who look[s] perfect at first, but upon closer inspecti …
My friends Cris and Sam had been planning their home purchase for months, and finally, after looking at several houses, they found a lovely home that seemed like the perfect fit. They negotiated with the seller, signed a contract, and began making sett …
Most of my childhood and teenage years, I grew up without a father. My dad left our family a handful of times, and even when he was home, he usually had a job as a truck driver, which meant he was on the road most of the time. Over the years, I felt my …
I vividly remember the day I decided I needed to get into the gym. I was a 23-year-old law student, and I had just come back from lunch at Taco Bell, where I had woofed down three soft tacos, a Nachos Supreme, and a bean burrito. I felt bloated, gross …
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