People sometimes wonder if I love or hate being a military dependent. It’s a good question, and one I’ve asked myself.
Again, Dustin said I shouldn’t write this column. Last week, apparently he was right. This week, he is not.
ustin told me not to write about military spouses for Veterans Day, but I’m going to do it anyway.
Since the ubiquitous integration of GPS on our devices in our everyday life, I have found myself off the beaten path more often.
When the boys asked what I wanted for my birthday last week, I decided to make it less painful for them. “Just take me to the Star Wars concert performed by the Portland Symphony Orchestra, and (wink, wink) that will be a great birthday,” I said.
Lately, the family and I have been doing something really old-fashioned at night. Because the sun is setting earlier, we get in our pajamas right after dinner. I light some scented candles, and sometimes I bake cookies or pop popcorn. And then — here comes the old-fashioned part — we watch television together.
My experience with weight as a child went something like this: I was skinny. The end.