With a tiny snort, you awaken from a bad dream about being tied to a railroad track with a locomotive barreling toward you. You grope in the darkness, relieved to find yourself under a blanket, in bed, with no threat of being torn to smithereens by an oncoming freight train. Relieved yet half-conscious, you exhale…
Military Life
One of THOSE People
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. I imagine you are most likely stunned by my remarkable mastery of the obvious, but try to focus on this helpful illustration: On the east end of Anystreet…
What’s the get in giving?
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…
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…
What I believe about Hell and hand baskets