Living alone is something that terrified me upon first thought, but eventually became quite comfortable.
When you are kidless in the military — by choice or by force — there is still no avoiding children during the holidays. They are everywhere you go. They’re at the mandatory Christmas parties, the PX, command parties and the commissary.
When it comes to suicide, I know I am lucky to say that it hasn’t directly impacted myself or my family. I’ve seen the wake of sadness left behind, and my heart aches when I hear the stories from people who lost a loved one or relative to suicide. I can’t imagine living with so many unanswered questions.
There was nothing that made 8-year-old me much happier than when a new Goosebumps book was published.
Nothing kills romance quite like the Army. And I’m not talking about the anniversaries, birthdays and other celebratory moments missed because of training or deployment.
I spent two days last week doing team coverage of the trial of Maj. Nidal Hasan.
Resilient — you don’t have to spend a lot of time at Fort Hood or in the Army to hear this buzzword.
I’m now one week into my husband’s deployment, and it’s already caused me physical pain — literally.