Personal Accounts
Six first-person accounts of recent wars our nation endured. All tell of suffering, of tears, of pain, yet at the same time, all tell of hope and belief in our ultimate redemption
Therapy Toolbox
“So, it’s pretty awkward for me to come here as I know you’ve spoken to my husband.”
I dare me
This month, my goal is to designate my spending amounts on the first of the month, and leave my savings categories untouched. No shifting money to cover other deficits
Family Matters
Once again, though, my assumption that this was the worst thing you could ever do to a loved one proved false
Real Life
Chavi knew too much about fiery destruction, probably had nightmares about sparks and embers
Windows
Bugs in this middle category raise a YELLOW alert. Someone (read Mom) needs to “take care” of it ASAP
Yardsticks
A quick calculation in my head — fabric, beadwork, sewing, overhead, markup — and I estimated the gown would cost in the 18k range. “Nuts,” I muttered
Vacancies
What sort of scale were they working with to think that she and her husband didn’t qualify for something, anything! Middle-class misery
LifeLines
These were clearly suicide missions, but in the army you don’t question the orders of your superiors
Jolly Solly
“It’s a horrible day,” Mr. Krankowitz snarled. “My doorbell has been abused, and my roses attacked. Bah!”
