Humans on the Homefront has been in my heart for awhile. Dormant for so long, it slowly trickled through my veins and made its way to my brain. Beyond being a mommy and wife, I’ve spent a great deal of time searching for what really motivates me, and how to couple that with giving back to a community that has given my family so much.
I sat up in bed one night thinking about the people and the things I value most. From family and long-term friends to the strangers I’ve met that have given me hope and encouragement or sometimes much needed perspective. I thought about the experiences I’ve had that provided challenges and growth, but mostly overwhelming gratitude. As a writer, I thought about the important role words play in our lives, and how much they matter to all of us. I thought about the articles I’ve read that really made me feel something. I immediately thought about Humans of New York and how much I love that little peek into someone’s soul. Then I started thinking about my brave husband and how thankful I am for men and women like him willing to fight for our continued freedom. I thought about the countless military spouses I’ve met that have spread light in times of such great darkness. I thought about the parents that put their “babies” on a bus with a quick kiss, a “call when you can,” and many, many prayers. And I thought of our military children who are perhaps the bravest of all. And then I thought about the talents I’ve been given and how I could use them. Over and over, my mind repeated a line from my favorite soundtrack, Hamilton: “Who lives, who dies, who tells your story?”
And I sat in bed, and I cried.
I cried because I knew that this – telling our military families’ stories – was what I wanted to do. That this is what I am called to do. So I started interviewing people – active duty, retired, spouses, children, parents – from all branches, and from all walks of life. I made a logo. I ordered business cards. I got all set up on social media and this here blog. And I scheduled more interviews. And now I’m ready. I am so ready to tell their – to tell our – stories. On Memorial Day, you’ll meet my first “Human on the Homefront,” an incredible woman who tells her story of grief, of love, and of the ultimate sacrifice her family has made. And 3x a week (every Monday, Wednesday, Friday), you’ll meet another amazing human. Some of these stories will break your heart. Some will make you laugh, while others will leave you wanting to be more, do more, live more. Every single one of them will shed important light on who our military families really are. Why? Because although we are bound by our common mission, we are beautifully different.
Join me on Memorial Day. Support our “Humans on the Homefront” by reading, liking, and sharing our stories. Email me at email@example.com to let me tell yours. Find us on Facebook, Instagram, Twitter, and Pinterest.
Who lives, who dies, who tells your story? I want to. I know it’s one worth telling.