It was hard to remember my life before Pentecost. Some memories stood out—like the time I broke my nose playing jump rope, the ‘D’ my third-grade teacher gave me for cursive, and the merciless teasing we inflicted on our fourth-grade teacher. But everything else faded. One day, we were...
Vicky Edwards is a writer, storyteller, and lifelong observer of life’s everyday messes. She blogs about memories, grandkids, life, and all the weird little moments in between—some of it’s true(ish), some of it’s not, but it’s all accompanied by a tear or a smile. She’s written for The DeQueen Dispatch, contributed to national history projects, and served as an editorial assistant for The Lindenwood Review.