I’ve been memorizing his face for weeks — this man-child of mine. In the shuffle to buy textbooks and bedding and the 5,000 other things necessary to set up his “new home” at college, THIS home begins to feel empty yet again. Tears flow without warning and I realize that it is indeed possible to… Read full post
Nothing happened today. Exciting stuff, right? I woke up at o’dark thirty (for civilians reading this, that’s the official name of any time that involves an alarm clock going off long before the sun hits the sky or normal people are moving). I poured my first cup of coffee, tripping over random animals trying to… Read full post
Continued from last week… Let’s just come clean about something. I have four kids, which means that my idea of a vacation is me sitting behind a locked bathroom door pretending not to hear the little people on the other side (or see their little fingers wiggling under the door). So I get overly excited… Read full post
I’ve known he was due to leave for some time now. And I’ve “taken it in stride” like I always do as a “seasoned” Army wife. I’ve spoken to the kids’ schools, discussed burial arrangements, laundered his uniforms, attended the pre-deployment Yellow Ribbon events, and dragged my posse to “mandatory fun” days (you know —… Read full post
When I think about “platforms,” I can’t help but picture sequins, sashes, tiaras, and prayers for world peace. That’s not to say I would ever disparage those who do the pageant circuit; I was just never blessed with the genetics or predisposition to become involved in such things. So when I was asked for my platform… Read full post
