Okay, another Joan Rivers moment—can we talk? Let’s talk about fireworks and PTSD. I know a lot of folks have what borders on a fetish-level love affair with fireworks. They hit the stands like it’s Christmas morning, dropping hundreds of dollars on colorful explosions for the 4th of July and, here in Utah, for Pioneer …
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My apologies, folks. I took a couple days off from blogging—not for any dramatic reason, just your standard‑issue writer’s block mixed with a case of garden‑induced serenity. I was busy skipping between a handful of half‑baked blog posts that couldn’t quite find their endings and soaking in the quiet joy of tending plants. Honestly, sometimes …
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Author's Note – Two Years Later I originally wrote this piece nearly two years ago, in the wake of my husband's suicide. At the time, I was swimming in a sea of questions, grief, and societal expectations about what my relationship meant — to others, to me, and to the world. What …
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Okay, well… the way things are going, we’re still not circling back to the Change Series just yet. If I’m going to tell that story properly—especially the part between the Army and civilian life—I need more time to flesh it out. I rushed past too much in the first …
