The hazard of being a third generation military spouse is the assumption I knew what I was getting into when I married my active duty husband. For context, my dad retired when I was in high school and my life...
A couple years ago, through the kindness of a friend, I found myself sitting with publishers and literary agents, pitching a book of my stories about rediscovering faith. I believed it was a divine appointment so I walked in confidently. ...
Do you ever consider yourself desperate? I’ve been rereading passages in Unseen by my friend Sara Hagerty where she points out the desperate Mary of Bethany. In her account of Mary’s messy, beautiful, desperation for Jesus, Sara’s words invite readers...
Today is September 12th The sign on the wall outside the CIA Mission Center for Counterterrorism reads, “Today is September 12, 2001.” In this article, the former CIA Deputy Director Michael Morrell lauded the efforts that began on September 12,...
One night, a few minutes after saying good night to my girls, I walked back into apologize to the oldest. “I’m sorry I was out of patience at bedtime, and I’m sorry if it felt like I was out of...
Indulge me for a quick moment. What I’m about to share with you is what I’ve been telling myself and a few others for several weeks now, and it occurs to me that: A) I’m going to need to remind...
April is Month of the Military Child, and all month long I’ve read articles and watched outstanding public service announcements celebrating the resilience of military kids. More often than not, I get a little emotional because this is the story...
I love Valentine’s Day. One entire day dedicated to love. A day full of beautiful words. I’ve met more than one person who disdains Valentine’s Day, and every single scoffer has their own shtick as to why. That’s their prerogative. ...
I want to be at the beach. Winter and I have a love hate relationship. I love to hate winter. I appreciate winter, but at the end of this gypsy Air Force life we’re living, rest assured that you will...
There’s never a good time to talk about grief. Why talk about sad when I’m happy? And when I’m sad, or the skies are grey, I’m often looking for happy, so wrestling the topic of grief isn’t usually high on...