PCS

Being a military kid is hard! You might not have a lot of choice in where you live or what you do. There are deployments, PCS moves, a loss of friends, a change in schools (sometimes mid-year), confusion ......

To my many beautiful friends I have met along the way: You know who you are. We held tight to one another through a season. You were my neighbor, we sat next to each other in church, we played games on...

It’s that time of year again, friends; the Christmas shopping season is upon us. In every store we enter, expertly executed displays will entice us. Festive tunes will coax us.  Children will thumb through toy catalogs, eagerly selecting dozens of...

Fall is my favorite season – I love the beautiful colors of the foliage, the cooler temperatures, and the calm in the schedule before the hectic pace of the holidays begins.  We’ve been stationed in Europe for the past 2...

Everyone has a "dream base". That one base that seems so unrealistic actually to get, but it is everything you want. For us it was Hawaii. Of course, my husband's career field gave us about a .001% chance of getting the...

If you've seen some of my most recent posts, you may have seen that we've just PCS'd. We've been living the extended stay life while waiting for a house on base to become available. We were at a hotel on...

“Hi there, neighbor!”  If you watch an episode of Mr. Rogers’ Neighborhood, it is the kindness Mr. Rogers shows to all neighbors that tenders even the hardest of hearts. His generous demeanor connects even the shiest of neighbors together, building...

“Sign us up!” my kids commanded after receiving mail from YMCA’s Camp Carson. Normally, I’d be put off by such demands, but this is one I’m happy to give in to. This will be the fifth year I send my...

  I never buy anything at full retail price. Seriously, never. Why? Well, it’s a habit I developed in part due to my upbringing, but it’s also because I simply don’t have to pay full price and neither do you!...

It was my most difficult goodbye. We spent a month leaving jobs and schools; friends and people who had became family; favorite places and foods. I ate more currywurst und pommes and drank more espresso doppio and Hefeweizen than...

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...

"You're really hard on her," my friend told me. I knew it was true, and I knew it was awful.   This was almost four years ago, and I can recall it as clearly as the block of cheese I...