My Sister Called Me a Leech at Thanksgiving Until a Colonel Stood Up and Changed the Room

Army supply and logistics, an NCO who kept other people’s operations running and never asked for recognition. Our mother, Diane, worked the cafeteria line at a high school in Fayetteville for most of our childhood. Between the two of them they kept a three-bedroom house standing, two daughters fed, and the lights on every month without complaint. In continue reading …