The Warrior Wives Blog

I remember when I was about eight years old...oh how I loved listening to my Uncle Reese at his hamburger joint as he told story after story. He was a master storyteller…so on hot,...

 Many military and business spouses tend to sweep this issue under the rug. It feels taboo to confront it head-on. Experience has taught me that feeling neglected and alone can be a recipe for...

I ended last week’s blog asking the question: What are your thoughts and feelings regarding high school reunions?  Some say, “I’m not interested. I’ve never attended my...

 Last weekend, I chose to attend my 60th high school reunion. The event had magic in it.

“What was magical” you ask?  Let me start with some background. 

I recall a song...

A large group of high school seniors were touring the Capitol in Washington D.C. on Memorial Day. Their guide asked, “What is the meaning of Memorial Day?” They discussed it among...

For as long as I can remember, when I recall visits to my beloved Granny’s house, I realize these were special moments in time, cherished memories of some of my earliest experiences, like the...

My blog this week is in honor of Mother’s Day. It’s for mothers and for those all who love them. It’s also for anyone who loved us, poured goodness into our lives, and nurtured us...

As long as I live, when my body feels cold in winter, I’m reminded of a particular gentle act of kindness my mother did for me as a child that, without saying a word, conveyed immeasurable...

 Mother fell madly in love with daddy on a hayride in Joaquin, Texas, 

She was only sixteen years old when they decided to elope and keep it a secret until she finished high school a...

In everyone’s life, at some time, our inner fire goes out. It is then burst into flame by an encounter with another human being. We should be thankful for those people who rekindle the inner...

 One of my heart-goals for the New Year was to return to writing my stories. 

On my birthday, 2 January, I was inspired to write a short story about my beloved Daddy.

I guess no matter...

 I view life as a trifecta: ages 0-30 the ‘First Thirty’ / ages 30-60 the ‘Second Thirty / and ages 60-90+ the ‘Third Thirty’.  This true story happened in...