For years, my life felt like a series of starts and stops. Just when I began to find my rhythm, something would change. A new duty station, a deployment, or a season where my family needed more from me than anything else.
The Mental Load of Being Alone
The other night, I was cleaning up dinner, my two children at my feet, when the fire alarms throughout our house began blasting. Of course, the baby started crying. Of course, my …
