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OCTOBER 2026 THE EDITORIAL At 45, I'm beginning to ask myself a question I should have asked much sooner: Who am I beyond the roles I play for everyone else? FROM THE EDITOR I turned 45 this year, and lately I've been thinking about everything I've lived through. Looking back, I realize I've had many different versions of myself. I was a young woman trying to figure out adulthood. Then I became a wife. Then a mother. I spent many years as a stay-at-home mom, taking care of

December is finally here, and I had promised myself that by now my decorations would be up, twinkling, and ready for the season. Yet here I am, staring at the same unopened storage box that’s been sitting in the corner for weeks. Meanwhile, my neighbors’ homes are already glowing with beautiful displays that make me pause in admiration… and, if I’m honest, spark a little doubt about my own ability to keep up. And let’s not even get started on ordering gifts for everyone on my

Recently, my family and I moved thousands of miles away. In military jargon, it’s called a PCS (Permanent Change of Station). But that simple acronym barely captures the emotional and practical upheaval that comes with it. As a stay-at-home mom and military wife, I’ve grown used to adapting, rebuilding, and redefining home wherever we go. Still, this PCS humbled me in ways I did not expect. When we received our orders, I felt genuine excitement. Moving out of the United State