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...
My recent article about the upcoming election surprised some friends who asked why I write about faith and politics. Why wade into the topics others prefer to avoid? I’d like to offer a peek inside my head. Why I write...
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....
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...
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...
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...
I am reminded daily why we need friends. We’re more connected than ever through social media, cell phones, and text messages. But we’re starving for connection. We need friends who do more than like a post or comment that they’re...
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,...
On Patriot Day we remember and honor those who perished in the attacks of September 11, 2001, but many young Americans, like my girls, have no memory of that calm Tuesday morning. They deserve to know more than simply a...
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...