On any given summer night, the teens of our great nation take to the streets of their respective towns in search of something fun to do. They can be seen outside pizza joints, ice cream stands and movie theaters, doing what teenagers do best ÔÇô hanging out. Except for certain insignificant differences like parachute pants,…
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Coffee, Tea or Turbulence?
“Coffee? Tea?” the lanky flight attendant mouthed from above my seat. I pulled my complimentary headphones off to tell her “No thanks,” but regretted the decision a half hour later when I started feeling like I was in a fruit dehydrator and the flight attendant was way up in first class, most likely serving some…
My Styrofoam Cup Runneth Over
A week ago, I was sitting in my room in the base hotel, the night before my family’s final departure back to the States, sipping wine out of a Styrofoam cup and reflecting on the last three years living on a US Army base in Germany. On one hand, the tour was a grand adventure….
The Call That Launched a Thousand Tears
So, I called my husband the other day. “Hi Hon, so what’s up?” I asked. Now, before I go any further with this story, I need to set the scene: My husband, bless his heart, has been at Naval Station Mayport on the sunny Atlantic shores of northFlorida, for almost three months. He went ahead…
What I believe about Hell and hand baskets