A couple of weeks ago, my husband came home after running errands on base with our daughter and said, “Wait ÔÇÿtil you hear this one.” Knowing my 16-year-old’s goofball tendencies, I knew that anything was possible. “Go on, tell her,” my husband ordered our daughter, who was giggling uncontrollably. Eager to relay the story, he…
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Winnebago Woes
“Can I have that one? Hu? Can I? Puleeese?” I begged my mother, pointing desperately to the sleeping compartment above the cab of our rented RV. Permission was granted, and I could hardly contain my excitement. Much like today, economic times were tough for my middle class parents, who thought renting an RV would make…
Sweet Hospitality: NSNC’s best asset
Weaving through the complimentary-beverage-clutching crowd on Saturday night in Room 940 at the National Society of Newspaper Columnists’ Conference in Washington, DC, one hears a mixed cacophony of chatter and laughter. Columnists are everywhere: smooshed together on furniture, clustered in corners, and leaning against windowsills. “But really, what’s the best measure of the value of…
Teen dreams and summer jobs
Despite the fact that the school year has ended for our kids, I started my normal morning routine this week on autopilot — scrambling eggs, fluffing laundry, mopping the kitchen floor, and microwaving the same cup of coffee three times. I darted out to the base commissary at about ten, in desperate need of paper…
