A blogworthy life?

In my 17 months in Afghanistan I have been called a lot of things. In this land instead of wearing your heart on your sleeve...

It feels like it is time to move on…but moving on is such a scary thing.   In a world where death can come at an instant, to ...

It seems every Christmas story involves the following ingredients: - 1 widow/widower - 1 child who has lost belief in Santa -...

As with most homes, the heart of our house is the kitchen.  On the single most high traffic area of the house, the fridge, smack dab in t...

September 11, 2011 marked my one year anniversary working for the USO.  10 years ago changed my life in ways I never saw possible.  I wa...

Googling has a perverse power over me.  Out here I have a lot of free time without all the distractions of “normal” life.  So when most p...

This morning you probably heard your alarm, pressed snooze and then eventually crawled out of bed and began your morning. This morning I...

I believe youth is the chance to forget the rest of the world and just focus on your own little one so one day you can figure out your pl...

30 Americans Killed in Afghanistan.  My mind immediately starts racing, who do I know in that province?  What was that SEALs name that di...

I originally wrote this post on 28JUN11. Working for the USO and being one of those rare breeds on base we like to call females, I get to s...

Armed with an iPod full of GirlTalk (thanks everyone for the playlist suggestions, keep them coming!), and motivation on my hand I hit the t...

So in November I’m going to run a marathon, that's 26.2 miles!  It's the Soldier Marathon in Ft. Benning, GA.  Today I ran a 5K ...

I found myself a family in Afghanistan.  They’re a smellier, more foul mouthed, definitely more male version, than my family back home, but...