Blogs for your consideration...
Over 20 years' worth of observations, recommendations, and considerations on life, family, and the military lie within these narratives. Cheers!
When I was a lieutenant at Ft. Stewart, GA, I was made to read Harvard Business Review’s Management Time: Who’s Got the Monkey? I have since maintained a copy of it with me for over 15 years. Through this article, I have been able to see “monkeys” coming at me, and anticipate keeping them off my bac...
When I deployed to Iraq for twelve months, I primarily stayed at one location. When I did travel, it was by way of Blackhawk or Chinook. Some might classify me as a “fobbit,” someone that doesn’t leave the FOB (forward operating base). Still, even as a medical administrative officer, I had to prepar...
I recently read an article about an officer who was “forced” to retire from Active duty due to reaching the maximum number of years in his rank, but was able to extend his overall service by transferring to the Reserves while teaching at West Point. The Army moved him to his “final” location, but up...
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I know exactly why I joined the military – to kick down doors and take names, but I knew I wouldn’t stay in for long… or so I thought. From a young age and a critical childhood illness, I knew my future belonged in medicine. My time in the military would merely be a selfless detour on the p...
I love to plan. I always have. When I was in middle school, I was planning what classes I might want to take in high school. When I was in high school, I not only dreamt of my potential future aspirations, but I backwards planned what college courses and tasks I’d need to complete to meet the requir...
Whether it’s my own adult sisters, neighborhood kids, or white-collar professionals, I have a hard time fully explaining what it is I do in the military. It takes real effort to try and translate my regular everyday title to a civilian equivalent, let alone trying to explain the multiple other parts...
It feels like anytime I’ve asked a military mom about their kids, they lament that they have missed some sort of event, whether that be school drop offs or a baseball game, shrug and sigh as they say, “Mom guilt.” They sound defeated. When I ask dads about their kids, they beam with pride as they sh...
