We packed our lives in cardboard dreams, side by side, a roaming team. Through cities bright and towns unknown, you were the closest...

Me leading Delta company! Left! Left! Left right! Right! Right left! My first sergeant’s voice filled my ears - The cadence ringing...

This article was sent to us by Natalie S., an eighth grader stationed in Texas. Do you have a story to share with your fellow military...

This article was sent to us by Natalie S., an eighth grader stationed in Texas. Do you have a story to share with your fellow military...

A seed is planted, roots must roam, Each soil it finds becomes a home. Through winds of change, it learns to sway, A blooming life in...

This article was sent to us by Natalie S., an eighth grader stationed in Texas. Do you have a story to share with your fellow military...

Cardboard suffuses My empty wooden dollhouse Voices echoing Weaving to a fuller place A home none of us have known A jumble of life Is...

This article was sent to us by Natalie S., an eighth grader stationed in Texas. Do you have a story to share with your fellow military...

This article was sent to us by Natalie S., an eighth grader stationed in Texas. Do you have a story to share with your fellow military...

Every year, a brand new school starts, Holding onto memories, but leaving parts. Faces change, the names unknown, In every place, a new...

A new school year begins today, With corridors both old and strange, New faces fill the crowded hall, As schedules shift and friendships...

I am rather insignificant, and not very impressive. Not like the orchidaceae, or even the bright helianthus. But I grow. And grow, and...

Sixteen summers have come and gone, making me the girl I am today. I believe Belly Conklin said it best: "Summer was what mattered. My...

I am a military brat. Which entails leaving and likely losing friends on a three-year basis. This was a challenge that I was ready to face. However, there is still the possibility of me moving at any moment. The smell of boxes and a new house. I know all too well. You sit there unpacking your memories, Breathing in a familiar smell With a mix of new house and moving boxes It is difficult to go through the clutter that is my memories. I am a military brat. This is a poem abo

Summers of adventure, summers of change, A MilKid's life, always in range. Summers of exploration, of discovering new places, meeting new...

Today, I am thankful for you, sitting behind me in calc class our impromptu rendezvous-- Today, for the first time, you mentioned middle...

a child of the military's stride moved often with homes far and wide through empathy's light their heart learned to fight and find where...

I haven't seen your favorite hat since the day you moved away. The tires on our bikes went flat the day you moved away. I remember...

A drawing to one is a reminder of the chores one must do later. The drawing looked like a pile of laundry on a teenage boy’s floor,...

There’re boxes around, Nothing can be found. Where’s my dresser? Where’s my TV? Where’s everything That belongs to me? The neighbors - I...