One day, we went walking through a 550-year old lava field….. What? You never started a sentence like that? Well, neither did I; until just last week, that is. Last week we did something we never, ever do: We took our kids on vacation. To most of you this may mean nothing at all. … More Bloom.
Change is beckoning. Calling to me from around the corner–blinking like a blue-light special at the Kmart we frequented when I was a child. As a military wife of almost 17 years my purpose has been easy–be “the constant.” In a life that changes with every TDY, PCS, job title, and promotion I have always … More My purpose (?)
A sweet, hunched-over old lady pushed her cart slowly and deliberately through the aisles of the commissary. I had been stuck behind her in several aisles and I confess I was getting slightly annoyed at the fact that she appeared to be in no particular hurry. Rolling my eyes and searching for the perfect moment … More United.
Every military spouse I know has one. It’s some sort of marked box or storage bin; usually shoved in the back corner of a closet. Sometimes the lid closes nicely. Sometimes it’s crammed so full that we have to stack other boxes on top to keep it closed. This box is filled with curtains. And … More The Secret Life of Curtains
Over the past 2 weeks, the girls and I have been studying the Roman Empire in History class. They’ve been learning about emperors and gladiators, architecture and infrastructure. But yesterday they got a very unique lesson in the meaning of the popular expression, “When in Rome…” You see, on this island, the locals live “Aloha.” … More When in Rome.
Moving is lonely. Part of me feels like I could end this post right there and have said all there is to say. But I would only be telling you a very small part of my story. The more you do something, the easier it usually becomes. For example, the more you practice yoga the … More Day 19: Lonely Days