He had been gone for eight months. At home, life hovered somewhere between controlled chaos and relative insanity. But the kids and I were fine. We would make it to February, when Francis would return from his yearlong deployment to Djibouti, East Africa…
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Holiday head-to-head reveals need for normalcy
“Lilly, wake up!” I whisper-yelled to my sleeping daughter, who looked as if she’d slipped into a coma overnight… Lilly emitted a deep groan, clearly indicating that she’d forgotten the plan: Get up early and be first in line for St. Matthew’s thrift shop Christmas Fair…
Will it be the rack or the rocking chair?
“My lower back started hurting again,” I told my new primary care doctor at the base clinic, who appeared to be about twelve years old…
Tacky? Tasteful? Whatever! Don’t judge this year
You may want to grab a pencil and paper, because I’m about to impart a priceless little jewel of wisdom: “There are two sides to every street.”
What I believe about Hell and hand baskets