Here you go again. You’re running from store to store, buying baking supplies, twinkle lights, a “Frozen” Plush Olaf for your niece and flat screen TV for your husband. You’ve got to get home to bake 12 dozen pecan tarts for the neighborhood cookie exchange, when it dawns on you. You forgot the butter. For…
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The Dinghy that keeps our family afloat
Quite often, the thing that wakes me in the morning is not my alarm clock. It’s not the National Anthem blaring over the base loudspeakers. It’s not my husband plodding off to the bathroom. And it’s certainly not our teenagers getting themselves up on time. Most mornings, our dog Dinghy, a 110-pound labradoodle with an…
Appreciating Sacrifice
I’m just a housewife, what the heck do I know? Some days it seems my only expertise is how to wipe smudges off the refrigerator door, but it turns out, I’ve actually learned a thing or two in my 21 years as a military spouse. I’ve learned that being in the United States military is…
The Rack or The Rocking Chair
“Now, pull your right knee up to your left ear,” the therapist told me in all seriousness. I looked out the window to see if any pigs were flying by. It was the first day of my physical therapy at the Newport Naval Base clinic. Upon turning 48 years of age last June, my knees…
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