One morning this past spring, I stood in my closet feeling desperate. The weather had warmed enough that the bulky sweaters I lived in all winter were no longer comfortable. My clothes from previous summers either didn’t fit or were purchased for Arizona’s blazing dry heat. We had PCSed, and I now needed summer clothes to handle the boggy humidity and unexpected rain showers of coastal North Carolina. With no time or options, I ended up in a stretched-out t-shirt and running shorts. I felt frumpy and blah all day.
Military Phrases We Need to Retire
If parenting teenagers has taught me anything so far, it’s that language is constantly evolving. As cool as I am (somewhere my teenagers’ eyes are rolling), I’m lowkey still not sure if …
