An Open Letter to my Child’s Critics

Not-so-dear critics of my child, Hello. Let me tell you a story. It is a lovely Spring evening outside and I have brought my two year old to the nearby playground. He’s a shy kid so I have made it a habit to bring him outside to play with kids his age and to learn…

Etiquette? Etiquette.

Every place and every event calls for a certain etiquette or manner in which to conduct yourself. In the military there are a lot of do’s and don’t’s when it comes to the spouses. While you may consider yourself a free spirit and beyond the reach of rules and regulations (didn’t we all?) sometimes it…

Relationship Truths: Military Wife Edition

Military relationships are tough. The taxing lifestyle, commitments, sacrifices, compromises, routine and the understanding that routine demands are completely unique. The normal in a military life and consequent relationship isn’t the normal you’d usually see in the routine, day-to-day life of everyone else. After being married to a military man for almost four years, multiple…

She’s The Man!

Hello Mr. Military Man, There is a popular saying in the Army that whichever rank the officer has, the wife is always a rank senior. I’m sure you’ve heard it being told numerous times and laughed it off as a joke. I did too. Yes, I am prone to being a little on the feminist…

5 Books I Wish I Had Not Read

There are some books which are such a drag that you know by the first chapter you are never picking them up again. If you are anything like me, you finish the such drag book only because you are a little on the OCD side and must finish what you have started. For the love…

Dear Mama’s Boy

Dear Mama’s Boy, The first thing you did when you were born and after they handed you to me was give me a smile, eyes still closed. You reached for my index finger and held it in your tiny but strong grip and I felt a wave of relief pass through your body. You had…

The Big Move: Five Things to Keep in Mind

Yes, the much dreaded, often panic-inducing, breath-snatching BIG move. You know, the time when you must up and leave ‘home’, wherever home has been the last one year (if you are lucky) or more (if you are luckier). You know exactly what I am talking about. That place you came to, with a heavy, weeping…