Postcards to Patriots


I. Love. Sparklers.

Growing up, the boys in our neighborhood scampered for the louder, prouder Independence Day fireworks…the Black Cats and Roman Candles that would send squirrels running.  Sparklers, to them, were just too safe and low key.

But sparklers, for my sister and me, were where the real Independence Day joy would be found.  We’re talking about twenty to thirty-six inches of pyrotechnic glory, burning up to four magical minutes at literally three thousand degrees in the palm of your little barbecue-coated hand!

Too safe?  They’re banned in four states, boys.

The thrill of my annual Independence Day sparkler ritual never fades.  For our deployed service members, however, little holiday rituals are among the first good things to stop.  That’s why I was excited when my colleague Janet Christensen jump-started a movement to send Valentine cards to the troops deployed from nearby Ellsworth Air Force Base.  By the end, her community – schools, churches, businesses, everybody – put over a thousand little notes in the hands of local Airmen deployed overseas. 
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Military Spouse Appreciation Day


On a cold December night in 2003, a close friend (and Naval Reservist) persuaded me to attend a social at a military base. Never having been to a military base, I wasn’t quite sure what I was getting myself into. The idea of dating a military man did not interest me at all. It wasn’t that the military was an entirely foreign concept — My father had served in the Army during Vietnam, and my grandfathers had served in the Navy and Marine Corps during World War II, which I am wonderfully proud of. Little did I know that night I would meet my future husband and become a military spouse.
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New Moms: To work or not to work?


Me with Katherine

To be or not to be…a working mom? Every professional woman entering the novelty of motherhood is faced with the decision whether or not they will return to work after their bundle of joy is born. For some women the decision is a profound crossroads, and others do not have a choice at all. They must work.

When I was pregnant with my daughter I was not sure how I was going to feel about returning to work after my maternity leave was over. Some friends told me I would be running out the door with my briefcase in hand, eager to get to work and have adult conversation. Other friends insisted I would never want to return to work after my daughter arrived.
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