Jessica Scott’s Blog
Well, its been a week and I’ve got to say, I’m friggin exhausted. Its easy to forget just how hard it is to do everything yourself and to be honest, he’d wiped out, too. It’s a completely new battle rhythm where we’re both up at 450, him getting dressed and shaving, me making him coffee…
The very best resource I’ve found since become a writer is Psychology Today. Not only does this magazine help with fictional characterizations, but I’ve also taken a good hard look at some issues and been able to apply lessons to real life in the Army. This month, there was an article in there about a…
This post has been building for a long time. I’ve been trying to keep my mouth shut and act like a grown up, mature professional. But who the hell am I kidding? Friday was the rededication of the First Cavalry Division’s Memorial to those who have made the ultimate sacrifice. This was be the third…
So a week ago I recieved an invitation to participate in PBS POV Regarding War blog. I started shaking, I was so excited. I mean, it’s a huge deal. This is PBS. So yeah, I’m still a little awestruck. My first thought was oh, shit, now I HAVE to make sure my unit knows about…
I was sitting in mass today and Father Richard started talking about living in a dark fog. Sometimes, things just keep you down and you can’t see your way through them. Kind of like how life has been for the last two months. Well, almost two months. I don’t count the two weeks I spent…
As much as I complained on Twitter about it, I actually had a good time at the ball (if by good time you mean your feet hurt and you can’t breathe b/c the last time you wore your Blues you hadn’t had 2 kids but I digress). These things are tradition. They’re part of the…
Thanks to everyone who helped me get on board for the Army Wife’s Network! I think this is the podcast! I’m up right after Susan Vogt. I’d love to hear what you think. This is my first ever live interview, so it was pretty exciting!!
I can’t say this week has been easy. It hasn’t. But I’m starting to wonder just what y’all think is going on here. Monday night, I was in tears. I laid awake, bawling because of the strain of my husband moving to Ft Bragg without us and a myriad of other worries and stresses that…
But right now, the rudeness and the refusal to recognize that soldiers are not just a uniform but a person by some of the people in the town and on the base I call home is disconcerting.
I hate the war. I hate this place. I want everyone to come home. And I’m tired of reading the names in the bottom of a newspaper somewhere knowing that somewhere, someone is mourning.
