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After many hugs and a few tears, he got in his truck and drove east towards Norfolk. Military families know the emotional ups and downs of enlistment, deployment, hellos and goodbyes. They all swirl together with joy, pride, worry, sadness, relief and wonder. S
Are you ready for swimsuit weather? Because it has arrived, ready or not. Hmm . . let me guess, you’d rather walk a plank with a gang of bloodthirsty pirates behind you and a bunch of sharks with their jaws wide open waiting for you to jump, before you’d like to go “public” in a bathing suit. Don’t worry, you are not alone!
What does the Fourth of July mean to you? Sometimes, in the rush of ordinary living, we forget the huge sacrifices and courage it took to form a nation. Clearly, back in the mid-1700s, parades and marches set the stage for peaceful protest against the oppressive rule of the British Empire.
The summer travel season is here! Before you hop on an airplane, please be aware (in case you haven’t flown lately) that there is a new report out by flight attendants that reveals that flying is more terrifying than ever.
Pay attention! These words are spoken (or shouted) every day. It seems we humans, have a hard time keeping focused on one task at a time. We are easily distracted. We try to multi-task (another term for do everything at once, rarely finishing anything).
Do you believe that the way we look has a lot to do with the way we feel? If so, read on.
There was a death in the family. Those cruel words have been spoken and experienced by all of us. A parent, spouse, child, sibling, aunt, uncle, grandparent departs from our life and we are catapulted into a different space. The grieving zone. That place that no one cares to be and yet somehow none can completely escape.
It wasn’t supposed to happen this quickly. All the school years racing by, blurring together, class photos, field trips, homework, teacher conferences, new school clothes, supply shopping ... and now this. A grandson graduating from high school leaving me to ponder, where did 12 years go?