Tag: family
When You’re Forced to Slow Down
“So when can I start walking again?” I excitedly asked my surgeon.
Without missing a beat, she answered, “three months.”
My heart dropped. “I’m sorry,” I...
Making Your Own Sunshine
Last week we had several days of overcast weather. My kids started getting frustrated and by day three my youngest said very dramatically, "When...
I Need to Say My Mom Died
It was a beautiful evening at our neighborhood base playground, and as usual I was pushing my twins and watching the sun set while...
What is a Friendship Deal Breaker?
“I don’t know what to do,” my 11 year old said as she plopped down at the kitchen table.
“About what?” I asked her.
“About my...
New Move, New Neighbors, Now What?
“Hi there, neighbor!”
If you watch an episode of Mr. Rogers’ Neighborhood, it is the kindness Mr. Rogers shows to all neighbors that tenders even...
When They’re Not Who You Remembered
After a thousand mile road trip, I finally asked my sister the question I wasn’t sure I wanted the answer to, “Do you...
It Matters What We Say on Memorial Day
Hearing “Happy Memorial Day” never sits well for me as an American, veteran, and military spouse.
Although often well-intended, Americans muddle the greetings with...
Unpack Your Room First
I am no stranger to packing or unpacking a home.
When my husband and I were both active-duty and dual military, we moved numerous times...
Change Is Hard – Don’t Resist It
“Why do we have to move again?” my 10 year-old asked, demanding an answer.
“Well, because the Army gave us orders to move to...
Friday Favorites: 5 Things to Add to Your Lidl Cart
It seems like I am paying more for groceries every week.
With a family of 5, I try to keep to a budget. I recently...
Friday Favorites: 5 Excellent Playgrounds + Parks in Suffolk, Chesapeake, Hampton
When we received orders to Virginia, my first feeling was relief.
After nine consecutive years overseas, I was ready for a break and some...
How We Say Goodbye to a Home as a Military Family
Lingering moving boxes remain tucked away in our basement, filled with donations or items to sell. My son’s artwork covers the fridge, proud trophies...