I’ve known many gate guards in my years as a Navy spouse. But I’ll never forget that one guard who was different.

Europeans have generally been reluctant to eat corn straight off the cob because it was considered to be nothing more than hog feed. So, for six years while stationed in England and Germany, our American family went without. It wasn’t easy, because, as far as vegetables go, corn on the cob has always been kind of special to us.

Packing for trips in recent years is quite a bit different than when my husband was still active-duty Navy, before he became a clothes horse.

High-end auto dealership waiting room perks are relatively new to me. I am determined to make the most of them.

Did my efforts to protect my children through the telling of cautionary tales and occasional humor inadvertently traumatize them, or are millennials and Gen Zers simply more prone to dramatics?

Why do I become so overwhelmed by the minutia of daily life now that the kids are adults and my husband doesn’t deploy anymore?

I believed I could achieve total cooperation by simply telling the kids what we wanted them to do via regularly scheduled, lengthy family meetings. Makes perfect sense, right?

A friend once convinced me to try a Zumba class at the base gym. A veteran of the step aerobics craze, I figured, “How hard could it be?”

No matter what is reflected in a mirror, the goal shouldn’t be perpetual beauty, but that we are beautiful to the people in our lives that matter the most.