The biggest question I get from people when they find out that my husband and my son are police officers is always one of these two questions: “Doesn’t his job scare you to death?” “Don’t you worry about him all the time?” Well, I’m going to tell you the truth…because you know I write the…… Continue reading My Faith is Bigger than My Fear
Remember Exhibit A? It’s the post where I admitted how inept I am in emergency situations. I said I suck in emergencies. Like…I REALLY suck at them. In case you weren’t convinced after reading Exhibit A, I present you with Exhibit B. Along with the truth of my emergency ineptness, I must admit I am…… Continue reading Exhibit B
It’s in Homer’s Odyssey where we first learn about Mentor. When Odysseus, King of Ithaca, leaves to fight the Trojan War, he relegates the care of his household and more importantly, his son Telemachus, to Mentor. Mentor was charged to serve as teacher and overseer of Telemachus while Odysseus was gone. From this Greek mythological…… Continue reading Police Wives Need Good Mentors
William Petty with Centrifuge Training, LLC recently wrote a Facebook post in response to questions he had received about becoming a firearms instructor. As I read the very first piece of advice he gave, I thought…wow! That applies to being a police officer’s wife, girlfriend, mother, etc. Here’s what he said: “Find a mentor. When…… Continue reading Find a Mentor. When You Have a Good One, Take Notes.
Much of what I write about police and their families applies to our military personnel as well. They are two brotherhoods—different and yet the same. Both willing to go when others flee. Both willing to serve and protect. Both willing to lay down their lives for people they don’t even know. Today on Armed…… Continue reading Courageous. Steadfast. Protectors
Early in our marriage, we moved to Houston so my husband could seek his fame and fortune at a big city police department. He had been an officer two years in our home town and our little life was rocking right along. I was 22 years old and had never been away from home. Suddenly, I…… Continue reading Life Lessons
By the time I was 25, I had experienced not one…not two…but three police funerals. Three officers, whom I knew well. One killed when he stopped on his way home to assist a motorist and was subsequently ambushed. One who my husband found dead shortly after he arrived to assist him on a traffic stop…… Continue reading Incredibly Strong Women