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

Growing up as a military kid comes with its own set of unique challenges. Frequent relocations, parental deployments, and uncertainty can...

I’m no stranger to changing neighborhoods and schools, having nine of each under my belt. The transition is always tough, but as an...

"There are far, far better things ahead than any we leave behind." — C.S. Lewis This quote hit me hard the first time I read it. It...

I’ve always been fascinated with the Red String Theory. As a kid, I imagined having a little red string tied around my finger, wrapping around the world and tangling in knots over places in my memory, eventually creating a loom where a tapestry keeps growing in length. The Red String Theory, a belief from East Asian mythology, believes that people who are destined to be present in each other’s lives are connected by a red string, and life will bring them to meet again despite

Sunset over the Schuylkill River in Philadelphia Dirty old river, must you keep rolling, flowing into the night? sings Ray Davies at the start of Waterloo Sunset, a song by the British rock band The Kinks. I remember other songs from the band, but I don’t remember ever hearing Waterloo Sunset until my family lived in London – home of locations mentioned in the song, like Waterloo Station. During our two years there, we spent plenty of time along the Thames River - not as dir

One of the most common words I’ve heard during my time writing with Bloom is the "Itch.” For the uninitiated, the "Itch” is the feeling...

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

So, where are you from? It’s an infamous question among Milteens. We all puzzle over how to answer it, and I’ve heard a lot of eloquent...

It was 3 a.m., and I was dragging my two suitcases through Vicenza , Italy's hotel lobby, hoping silently that the items tightly packed...

For high school seniors moving on to higher education, now is the time to apply for scholarships. Thousands of grants and endowments are...

The first three books of many for book club Military life involves a lot of time away from those you love – parents who are deployed, or who simply work such long hours that you only see them headed out or in the door; friends made and then lost when one or both of you moves on; extended family members nearby for a few years and then distant with the next move. Military life feels at times like being stretched thin, spread across state lines and time zones. Adding in the many

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

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

According to both an article from Johns Hopkins Medicine and data collected by the Centers for Disease Control and Prevention, about 1 in 10 children/teens experience anxiety. I'm in that 10%, and you may be too. I don’t know about you all, but my anxiety has affected almost every aspect of my life, including moving. The packing, the strangers in my home, the leaving people I care about and moving to a new place. For me, I get anxiety when things in my life change, even just

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...

This summer is an unusual one for me. For the first time in four years, I am not moving over the midyear months. Moving is an uprooting....

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...