We did it.
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Tag: truth
My Toddler is a Jerk
No one prepared me. Continue reading “My Toddler is a Jerk”
Me, Also
Pelvic Floor
Get ready for some TMI. Continue reading “Pelvic Floor”
The Color of Onesies
“That’s such a cute baby! Continue reading “The Color of Onesies”
Ba(b)ywatch
In both cases, stomachs are on display. Continue reading “Ba(b)ywatch”
My Omelette Moment
Something needed to change when I found myself eating an omelette… in my Jeep… on my way to work… Continue reading “My Omelette Moment”
All The Good Times
The news of sexual assaults (mostly against women) – in the military, in civilian life – has been spreading across the digital and print media like the raging fires in California. Most of us Continue reading “All The Good Times”
Thelma
It was inevitable; I murdered Thelma. Continue reading “Thelma”
Veteran’s Day 2017
My Dad will never tell you he is a veteran. Continue reading “Veteran’s Day 2017”
America, 2017
There’s war on the streets Continue reading “America, 2017”
A Note of Caution
Hey, Mom and Dad! Welcome to my humble abode. Yes, please take off your shoes. Hang your coats here. No, here. Right, are you hungry? Thirsty? Do you want a nap? Yes? Oh, a note of caution. My cats. Yes, you know them. They’re still alive and kicking, even after a Continue reading “A Note of Caution”
On-The-Job-Training
This article contains explicit swearing. This article may offend you. This article contains the truth.
The Marine Corps has taught me many things over the past decade. I’ve learned how to command an infantry platoon of 40 Marines, how to accurately shoot an M-16A4 service rifle from 500 yards with no scope, and how to fight a section of AH-1W Cobra attack helicopters at night, on goggles, in a combat environment. I’ve met wonderful people Continue reading “On-The-Job-Training”
The Numbing Syndrome
Terrorist attack. Suspect shot by police. Four dead. Innocent lives. Lone assailant. Chaos, panic, fear.
Maybe it’s because I’m an American, maybe it’s because I reached adulthood in the shadow of 9/11, or maybe it’s because I deployed to Afghanistan twice, but I feel I have become numb to news like this. Continue reading “The Numbing Syndrome”
Captain Leatherneck 