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The Drama of Summer Storms
Home is Where My Garden Grows
Youth Sports is Great ... Until It's Not
Nuggets of Truth About Cooking Family Meals
DoD’s ‘Educational Freedom’ for military children must include more than homeschooling
Milspouse is a Mosquito Magnet
During the summer months, I envision myself wearing a floral sundress and straw hat, my skin and hair kissed with the tawny tones of the sun, strolling lazily along a sandy shoreline, selecting ripened tomatoes and zucchini at a local farmer’s market, and sipping wine in an Adirondack chair at an evening concert under the stars … But inevitably, these dreamy visions are thwarted by one minuscule…
Leader of the Pack
The Threshold of Old
Waiting for Auto
The drama of childhood trauma
Deployment mindset fortifies military spouses
The Family Meeting
Mirror, mirror, who's the fairest?
When the left isn't right
I grabbed the bundle of letters in my mailbox and walked directly to the recycling can, expecting all junk. “So wasteful,” I muttered judgmentally, tossing them one by one into the blue bin. “You’ve been approved!” a credit card offer read. “Free gift inside!” two charity solicitations promised, one containing return address labels with my last name spelled wrong, and the other with a small…
Frisky kitten is risky business
Military life in miniature
Restore "care" to Primary Care Providers
“What can I do for you today?” my new Primary Care Provider said, after tap-tap-tapping on and opening the door of the examining room at the Naval Health Clinic. This was my fourth — or was it the fifth? — new PCM in the last two years. I’d lost count. I told this civilian Doc that I’d made the appointment because my prescriptions were expiring, but also, I was worried about my high blood…