Military Lifestyle

Call me crazy, but I absolutely love PCSing! It is a great opportunity to purge all the junk in our house, find a new place to call home (usually with more space, maybe a pool, and better appliances), redecorate/buy...

P.C.S. aka “Permanent Change of Station”: Isn’t it funny how something so simple—a single phrase, the arrangement of three seemingly harmless letters—can completely throw you for a loop? When I fell in love with that tall, rowdy and reckless, Texas boy...

Here is a little known military life truth:  Making friends and keeping them is no easy task. We all know how it feels to be the "new" person, trying to make and establish connections while adjusting to life in...

It's that time of year again. We know it well.  It starts around mid-May and goes through late summer. Permanent Change of Station (PCS) Season. My Facebook Newsfeed is flooded with posts and pictures of my military friends who...

Several weeks ago, I came home from work to find my husband grinning mischievously in the kitchen. Never a good sign. He played coy for several minutes, no doubt enjoying the forboding sense of doom that crooked smile cast across...

Won any awards lately?  Any big promotions on the horizon?  Eh, me either girl, you’re in good company here.  It turns out we're not the only ones who struggle with feeling invisible, and with a moniker like the silent...

Dear Husband, It's been a long three years. In these three years we've had two babies, bought one house, and you've deployed at least 30 times (but who's counting. I'm not; I gave up).  But here we are, with 'shore tour'...

It’s time for the kids to bounce off the walls, slide on the floor, and hang off the ceiling, but they can’t jump on the couch. It’s gone. The moving truck just left, taking with it all of your...

When I fell for him in college -- his feet were bare, he had a beard and a crazy mop of hair – I never dreamed he’d become a doctor, much less a doctor in the Army. So when...

It was perfectly planned. My husband and I would take our youngest son with us, stop at my grandma’s house, stay in a hotel halfway to our new state, and arrive at our new home the next day. My...

When I was a little girl, I used to call the American flag the "Pledge-a-llegiance." My grandfather and I would spend countless road trips seeing who could count the most flags. I don't remember exactly when I learned the...

We live near a large Army base in South Carolina. When we first moved here almost three years ago, we were excited at the prospect of being near so many other military families and being able to take advantage...