Posts filed under: Air Force Spouses

Note: This is a blog with a “longer than recommended” word count.  So, in case you need the short version, here’s the BLUF (bottom line up front): Want to know how to survive hard holidays? Do it together.  2020 has...
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My friends asked me to tell you: if you want our vote, pay attention Dear candidate running for office, I’m a third-generation military spouse. If you want my vote, pay attention. Don’t assume you know what I’m going to say....
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The difference between life and death is a fine line What is the difference the military spouse you know and the Air Force Spouse in Colorado Springs who took her own life last month, or the 123 military spouses lost...
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Ever wonder how to pray for our military and their families?  Last fall I wrote a letter to a dear friend saying goodbye to her son for his first deployment to the Middle East. My eyes welled with tears as...
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To build resiliency, build connection.  Success requires including military spouses. That’s my answer to the urgent call to build resiliency in our Air Force.   There is a direct correlation between connection and resiliency. (There’s also a direct correlation between connection and...
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Once asked to define life as a military spouse in 4 words or less, I quipped: “Hurry up and wait.”  There’s little grace to the messy madness we call “normal.”  We hurry all day every day to be ready now,...
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One summer we trekked more than 1500 miles to our new home in a new town.  As we traded our shorts and flip-flops for jeans, I rehearsed in my mind all the reasons this would certainly be the worst Air...
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Last week I had the honor of serving as the keynote speaker for the Whiteman AFB Spouses’ Club Scholarship Dinner & Awards ceremony.  As an advisor to the WSC Board, I have a front row seat to the tireless efforts by...
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I jotted a few thoughts on comparison — about chasing illusions rather than living bravely. If I’m honest, I have a shoe problem, not unlike Cinderella’s stepsisters. To refresh your memory, Anastasia and Drizella could not fit their feet into Cinderella’s...
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