Air Force

It's that time of year again: beautiful formal gowns, perfectly manicured nails, and men in immaculate dress uniforms. Ball season only comes around once a year, and, for me, it is something I look forward to all year.  This year...

Let’s talk about rank. When I was a brand new baby mil spouse, I went to a class called Heart Link. It’s an Air Force new spouse orientation program; although, these days they encourage you to attend when you're new...

I love football ... Not in the rumble, tumble tomboy kind of way -- although I've always wished I was 'that girl.' I deeply want to be the gal that watches each touchdown and celebrates each victory while wearing a...

Prior to taking my kids to Disney World this past year, I hadn’t been in over 20 years. While I will admit that I wasn’t the one in charge for that mid-nineties vacation, I don’t remember the enormous lines,...

If you’ve recently moved with kids to one of the military bases in the St. Louis area, such as Scott Air Force Base, you’re in luck. There are so many fun things to do that are low-cost or free...

  "Ohio? You’re moving to Ohio?!?" "Aren't you going the opposite way?" "Is there even a highway to get from here to there?" You can imagine my anxiety as people made these comments when I told them we were being stationed at Wright...

Moving away from your tribe is arguably the hardest part of a military permanent change of station (PCS). You spend between two and five years (give or take a year or two) building relationships, finding those people who are...

I have started and deleted this post many times. I am at a loss for words, which is weird for me because when I'm telling stories or trying to explain complicated concepts to my three children, my introverted husband...

Recently, my husband's military record changed to reflect that he now has an "exceptional family member." Prior to the diagnosis, nothing appeared amiss. Afterwards, I experienced an array of emotions ranging from shock and anger to hurt and fear. We denied. I cried. But, as all...

When I think back to my time using a breast pump with my first child, my memories are pretty ho hum at best. Mostly, I remember being alone in a confined space, with a ticking clock, telling me I...

Gone are the days when I can just pack a small carry-on, drink my coffee, and read a book while I wait for my next flight snuggled up against my husband. I used to watch traveling families and smile as...

Snail Mail Still Matters I am entrenched in our on-demand, instant gratification world of communication. Landline phones and calling cards seem so outdated that it’s hard to imagine I once saved babysitting money to buy a 500 minute calling card...