I can’t remember that my reading glasses are perched on my head, where I parked my car at the commissary, or where I left my cup of coffee, but I have many vivid recollections of my childhood. Especially of the holidays, when I stored detailed memories of the sights, sounds, and aromas of the season,…
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A Military Spouse’s Thanksgiving Prayer
Now I lay me down to pray, that I’ll survive Thanksgiving Day. That the special dinner I agreed to host, won’t make me a laughing stock on post. That I will keep hold of my sanity, and have no outbursts of profanity. That our turkey will completely thaw, so that stuffing her won’t require a…
Welcome Home! You’re in the basement now…
Many of us can pinpoint the time in our lives when we returned to our childhood home seeking the comfort of preserved memories, only to find that our bedrooms had been converted into something else. The TV room, the sewing room, the storage room, the den. This happened to me after I went away to…
Veteran Suicide is complicated, solutions shouldn’t be
Last month, another US military veteran took his own life on a Veteran’s Administration campus. This is the sixth veteran suicide in the public areas of Florida’s Bay Pines VA facility in the last six years. This latest incident is also part of the ever-growing rate of veteran suicides each year, and part of a…
What I believe about Hell and hand baskets