We do it every year. We cut out recipes. We make lists. We go to the commissary. We elbow each other out of the way to grab turkeys, cranberries, yams, and mini-marshmallows. We jam enough food into our pantries to feed an Army . . . or Navy, as it were. Why? Because it’s Thanksgiving,…
Self Help
The Power of Keeping Calm
The stump outside my house was the perfect place for chopping up earthworms. At least two feet in diameter, there was enough room across its ringed surface for me to sit and slice at the same time. Despite what one might think, I was and am a non-violent person. But as a child, I believed…
Life lessons from the last of the litter
The cranberry farmer reached a calloused hand into the crate and grabbed the loose scruff of one pup’s neck. Holding the limp six-week old yellow Labrador retriever at eye level, the farmer grumbled, “You can take this one if you want. The rest are spoken for.” We cradled the squishy bundle of softness and puppy…
Serve and be served: Honoring our military community on Veterans Day
“Now serving O-4-1-1, at window number three,” a mechanical female voice said from the base clinic’s new automated pharmacy system. My ticket read “O-419”. I grabbed a copy of the base newspaper, The Navalog, from the rack inside the revolving door, and took a seat with all the others in the waiting area. I searched…
What I believe about Hell and hand baskets