I really do hate posting politics, but there are some things that need to be said. So rather than go on a rant, let me tell you a story… When I went to basic training, I was the only Mormon. Where I grew up in Denver, that wasn’t uncommon at all, and in school my … More Movies, Prayers, and Muslims
When I was in the Army, 9-11 had just recently happened. I got out after a few years and right after, I still worked with the soldiers on post. I knew a lot of the MP’s when I first got hired on to the civilian police department on post and got to even more as … More My Brother in Uniform—A Veteran’s Day Memorial
I know what you’re thinking. No, it’s not lay-on-the-couch-talking-about-my-childhood kind of therapy. It’s for my leg. Really. Now I’ve never been a fan of Physical Therapists. In my past they all seemed to be mean, unfeeling, sadistic creatures that were just intent on inflicting as much pain as possible without the Medical Review Boards coming … More Beginning of Therapy
From the Writer’s Digest creative writing prompt “The Mysterious Call” The shrill ring of the phone jars me awake, but not so much that I don’t fumble for my phone on the nightstand. “‘llow?” I mumble. I can hear a great deal of commotion on the other end of the line, and a muffled voice … More Domestic Disturbance
Unlike a lot of soldiers, I didn’t join the Army right out of high school. I went to college for two years, and the frustration I was starting to feel with school, that was interfering with my studies, was what led me to join the Service. The seemingly endless process had begun. I scored well … More Two-Week Exodus, No Desert Required
After basic training, my arrival to my first (and only) duty station came as quite a culture shock to me. I grew up in a suburb to Denver, a “typical” middle class area. A place that any ethnic foods aren’t authentic, jalapenos are thought to be spicy, and foreign languages are taught in school for … More To the Desert and Back Again
