It was October 1997, and our first child was two years old. When he was an infant, I didn’t want to be like those parents who dress their babies up as pea pods or puppy dogs and parade them house to house. Everyone would know I was just showing off … and collecting candy for…
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Don’t be a moody foodie
I’ll try anything once. Well, maybe not cliff diving … or running with the bulls … or a Mohawk hairdo … or silicone lip injections. But when it comes to food, I’m totally adventurous. Every time our military family moved to a new place, I couldn’t wait to try the local cuisine. Most of the…
Football parents guilty of excessive celebration
Ever since our kids’ peewee soccer days, my husband, Francis, and I have loved watching them play sports. Despite their average athletic skills, we planned our entire week around a Friday night football game, a Saturday morning cross country meet, or a Wednesday afternoon tennis match. We wore spirit wear, baked cookies, volunteered, and bellowed…
The other men (and a few women) in my life
In my 23 years as a military spouse, I have regularly had relationships with individuals other than my husband. Often several times a day. Some have been veritable strangers to me, while others are men I have come to know quite well. And, believe it or not, a few of them have been women. Most…
What I believe about Hell and hand baskets