Day One: In the Between
I grew up in the city where people came for language school. Friends cycled in, their parents learned the language, and then they cycled back out. My sisters left for boarding school, and then college. I left for boarding school, and then college. I married the Man, and the military trotted us from one end of the country to the other.
Feminism, Theology, and Amish Cowboys
Several weeks ago, my older sister asked me to look into a couple different authors for her, read some of their stuff, and give her my response to them. She also asked me to figure out why Christian romance writers are so obsessed with cowboys, pioneers, and the Amish.
A Quick Frenzy
I'm sitting on the couch having just finished watching the sun set into the Pacific Ocean. From this you can deduce a few things. 1. We are moved in! 2. We unpacked the couch! 3. We have a freaking awesome view!
A Bunch of Beach Blurbs
I think there must be something about PCSing that dictates that the moment all the kids' clothes are organized, sorted, and packed, everyone will immediately hit growth spurts.
Travelling Circus: a PCS in Progress
Well, we're one leg of the trip down, and wow. Some experiences leave you speechless, but not this one. No, not this one. But let's bullet point it, because while this time zone says it's an hour plus until bed time, my other time zone does not.
An Open Letter to the A---- AFB Golf Course Rabbits (Part Two)
Dear Rabbits of the Golf Course…
Open the Window
The last few weeks the Man and I have been spending a lot of time thinking ahead to what's next: looking at different housing layouts in our next city, googling restaurants and places to go, going over his school schedule, you know what I'm talking about. It's exciting to dream about what is coming, to anticipate this next phase in our lives.