It seems like old acquaintances are sure to pop up in public places when we look and feel our worst.

We frazzled parents of prospective college students learned a lot on our visits, and feel it is our duty to pass these tips on to college admissions officials across the nation.

Rumor has it, out in the real world, away from their own homes and parents, teenage boys actually speak.

Even the experts are unclear on what can best be done to help military children thrive. An upcoming long-term study aims to find out.

We believe that trying local foods is a necessary part of the experience of living abroad and learning about foreign cultures.

Newcomers need to find ways to put themselves out there if they ever hope to belong.

In honor of National Bowling Day (Aug. 13), I’m telling the real story about how I became a military spouse columnist. Prepare for the dull, mundane, unremarkable truth.

Inflation created a no-win situation from the mid-1960s to 1980. How will today’s similar situation affect us?

Nowadays, thriftiness and sustainability are the latest fads, virtues I’ve been practicing for years. I might not be on point, but I am definitely on budget.

Some tasks can be safely delegated to one’s spouse. Other things can’t. Sometimes you find out the hard way which things are which.

I’m a firm believer that children thrive when they are in an environment that is well-defined by rules. However, sometimes parents just want to say “Yes.”

No matter how much you plan and prepare, something always gets lost, stolen or broken when you pack up all your possessions and move.

Military life has taught me that new friendships are not an entitlement. In the school of milspouse hard knocks, you have to work at it.

The emotions, associations and experiences conjured by the onset of summer are different for children and their parents.

With more than three acres of grass to cut, my father had two workers at the ready: My older brother and me. In the summertime, while our friends were gallivanting off to the community pool in flip-flops and terry cloth, my brother and I were doing forced labor.

Some of the best treasures found at flea markets are the people.

Although we never seem to forget the hot dogs, pickle relish and cold beer for our Memorial Day cookouts, we tend to forget the underlying reason we get the day off to begin with. 

Regardless of age, military retirees love military discounts. No matter where we go — hardware stores, movie theaters, diners, golf courses, bookstores, my husband asks THAT question: “Do you have a military discount?”