Let's get one thing straight: I love decorating. No, seriously, I do: What was once a desire to make our...

I've heard it said, several times, that becoming a parent is an experience that it's impossible to understand without having...

I don’t cry when I say goodbye any more. I can’t. I’m sure it’s because I’ve said too many. It...

Originally posted on Literally, Darling What does being 22 mean to you? Starting a career, traveling, or just consuming a little...

I’m sitting here writing this because I chose not to go out tonight. It’s the first time I’ve truly had...

Ah, Valentine’s. You’d be hard pressed to walk into any retail outlet in the February time frame without being bombarded...

When I got married to a young Marine at 22, we were both as “boot” as boot gets. Now, almost...

When my husband and I moved to Twentynine Palms in August, I won’t pretend I wasn’t nervous. Like, very nervous....

Happy Thanksgiving, y’all! It’s time for our favorite civilian “96” of the year: Getting the family together, conceiving monster food...

Dear Civilian Friend, You are more important to me than you could ever know. It feels no longer than the...

As a foreign national, something that I have always loved about the US is the collective effort to respect the...

It’s that time of year again! No, I’m not talking about Starbucks bevvies and orange colored leaves. This is TTOYA,...

My husband and I have a really bad habit: We’re “talkers,” not “doers.” This means the bucket list we drew...

Picture this: five days, four cats, three thousand miles, two increasingly crazy twenty-somethings, and one car... To my civilian friends,...

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I am a firm believer in the power of a good pep talk. Knowing that someone else is on your...

Military spouse, I think you need some time out. “Time out.” Sounds like something you’d say to a stubborn three-year-old,...

It’s a beautiful July morning, and I am sitting at the table with a blank sheet of paper in front...