“I used to be a sprinter,” my husband said recently while lying prone on our couch, watching the Olympics with a bag of tortilla chips placed conveniently on his middle-aged gut as if it was some kind of living chip-dip platter. Is he being serious? I thought to myself incredulously. “Are you being serious?” my…
military spouses
Feel free to soil yourself
When the kids were little, I used to be good at things. I was organized, talented, nurturing, patient, creative, hard-working, energetic, and my bust stuck out farther than my gut. I was a good Navy wife, homeroom mom, team mom, committee chair, and block captain. I gardened, made healthy meals, kept my checkbook balanced, exercised…
Longing for Lazy
Tying the laces of my red Converse, which did not quite match my pink polyester halter top, I could not contain my excitement. It was a hot summer day in 1975, and I was going to the pool. My Kool-Aid backpack ÔÇô bought with collected labels and saved allowance ÔÇô was stuffed with my bathing…
Bikini Bottom Economics
As an active duty Navy family, we are definitely feeling the strain of the economy and military cutbacks. With all this talk about the struggling middle class, who would have thought that rich guys like Ralph Lauren are in the financial hurt locker? I mean, why else would he feel the need to pinch pennies…
What I believe about Hell and hand baskets