Last month, I had the pleasure of listening to the University of Mary Hardin-Baylor football coach, Pete Fredenburg, speak. What an awesome human. What a great speaker. What an inspiring leader.

The Texas days are hitting well into the 90’s. Moving trucks are lining the streets. Crates are being opened and cardboard boxes fill the driveways. Items you just don’t want to move with are being purged. Yes, PCS (permanent change of station) season is upon us.

This past week, I had a consultation for a sleep study. While in the doctor’s office, she asked me what I think about before I fall asleep. I answered without missing a beat – everything. My mind races. I think about my work, husband, kids, friends, future, parents, siblings, and to-do lists…

Before I had my son, I envisioned things most expectant parents probably imagine — trips to the park, playdates and lots of time spent with family and friends. Unfortunately, living as a military family hasn’t always allowed us to realize these hopes.

Most days I enjoy scrolling through my Facebook feed, because somewhere buried within the political posts from far left and far right — and everything in between — is usually buried a gem of a meme.

Americans are extremely generous — this is especially evident after disasters occur anywhere in our country and, often, in the world beyond our borders. It is a given after an earthquake, hurricane, flood, fire and other catastrophic events that the money will start pouring in from concerned…

Thanksgiving, a day to reflect on what we are grateful for and to abide by time-honored traditions — whether it be mom’s apple pie, grandpa’s inappropriate jokes or an after-dinner football game — has come and gone.

I do not know where to begin or, for that matter, how to begin. My wife had asked me if I was going with her to help lay wreaths at the tombstones at the Killeen Veteran’s Memorial Cemetery. I reluctantly said “sure,” got ready and we headed to where volunteers were going to be bussed to the site.

First, let me make it clear that I don’t believe spirituality is about religion. I believe spirituality could be described in the words our Founding Fathers — enshrined in our Declaration of Independence — as “the pursuit of happiness.”

“There is no greater love than this, there is no greater gift that could ever be given: to be willing to die so another might live — there is no greater love than this.”

The following are my reflections from last year after visiting the soldiers’ boots display from the Fisher House Hero & Remembrance Run, Walk or Roll. The boots are assembled in front of Fort Hood’s III Corps Headquarters immediately following the event. This year, the third at Fort Hood…

Autumn has always been a time of change, bringing with it a feeling of fleeting beauty and transience. As I settle firmly into adulthood in my thirties, I have often found this pattern of evolving change to be true of life, as well.

As 1st Brigade Combat Team makes its way back from Korea, the homecoming ceremonies are happening back-to-back and bringing families together again. We in the media love these times — we love looking for young, married couples who were on their first deployment and, of course, the joyful tea…

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