Here we are, living in New England, and no one has invited us to a Super Bowl party. Oh well, I’ve had worse Super Bowl Sundays. Much worse. Four years ago we were stationed in Florida. And while everyone was gorging on hot chicken wings, icy cold beers, creamy dips, and spicy chili slathered in…
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Those “Base Housing People”
I was emerging from the base gym’s steam room, sweating and feeling a bit woozy, when I heard her. “We don’t do base housing,” a young female officer putting on her blueberry fatigues told a friend in the women’s locker room. She mentioned that she received orders to her next duty at Naval Station Mayport,…
Sex, Lies and Profile Photos
Eight years ago, I sat at a desk in our stairwell apartment on Patch Barracks in Stuttgart, Germany, and created my first Facebook profile. Technology was not my forte, so it took hours for me to figure out how to upload a digital photo. The image that I used that afternoon is the same one…
Alexa Killed the Cat
After a lifetime of wondering things like, “How do you say ÔÇÿunderwear’ in Urdu?” and “What is the shelf life of a can of Pringles?” I no longer have to wrack my brain for the answers to life’s pressing questions. In an unprecedented act of holiday generosity, my 21-year-old son bought me a tiny robot,…
What I believe about Hell and hand baskets