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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...