“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…
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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…
The Lame Duck in the Chicken Coop
For the last three years, I have been living in conditions that could be described as very similar to that of a chicken coop. I reside on the 4th floor of a stairwell base housing unit on a US Army barracks in Germany. Our building looks almost identical to about 40 other housing units on…
What I believe about Hell and hand baskets