Fifteen months living on a small army base in Vilseck, Germany, coming to a close. Unlike my usual habit of talking (or writing) with no end in sight, I don’t quite have the words today. So, this Wednesday, instead of posting a series of writing prompts, or a wordy life reflection with a heavy dose of nostalgia, I’m doing something different. Something for me.
1. Flying out of Maine, landing in Munich, then driving onto an American army base created an eerie sense of culture shock. The base is a tiny piece of America in the middle of Germany, with fast food restaurants like Popeye’s, Subway, Dunkin Donuts, Southern accents, and the National Anthem playing before every movie on post. American flags.
I remember the very first night in my apartment. Exactly one year ago, a small but bustling city, a fourth … More
J and I sat in our small car while driving back to base, over hills and valleys, an expanse of … More
As a fourth grade teacher last year, we read the book Walk Two Moons by Sharon Creech in my classroom. … More
I realize that the majority of the population doesn’t know what it’s like to live on a military base, especially … More