I had no business getting on that sled. A middle-aged Navy wife and mother of three, I should’ve been at the bottom of the hill taking pictures. But when my base neighbor handed me a red saucer after I’d been cooped up watching Jonas drop a foot and a half of snow on the hill…
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The Unknown: A military spouse’s greatest worry
“What’s next? When will we move? Where will we go?” Like any military spouse, these are the questions that swirl in my mind now that my Navy husband, Francis, is in the last year of his current tour of duty. But unlike most level-headed military spouses, I’m one of those people who doesn’t deal well…
Breaking a Sweat: Zumba with a side of Kung Pao
I actually went to the base gym last week … twice. Now, that may not seem like much to you Spandex-ensconsed gym rats with your fancy headphones, overpriced shoes, BPA-free coconut-water bottles, and your level ten treadmill settings. But to me, someone who used mild knee pain as an excuse to take a year-long break…
The Boy is Back in Town
There is a room in our creaky old base house that we try to avoid. It’s a dangerous hazard, a treacherous obstacle, a toxic wasteland. Those who enter are well-advised to wear eye protection, use a gas mask, and wield a knife, just in case. You see, buried deep in debris and dirty gym socks…
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