What started as a harmless joke about yardwork turned into years of suburban drama involving flowerbeds, vicious dog accusations, and even a tiny dog mystery. Sometimes, good fences don’t help.
Several years ago, a routine drive-by appraisal spun wildly out of control when a homeowner called the sheriff. One of my craziest appraisal stories — and still one of the funniest.
I’ve owned the original Titan Peeler since 2010—and just re-bought it in its new form: the Pro Peeler. Here’s my honest take on whether this $19.99 kitchen tool still holds up in 2025.
Tired of perfect updates? My real Christmas newsletter from 2009 details the foreclosure, business loss, 100-pound weight gain, and double ACL surgery. The recession reality hits hard.
I was the target of a family prank at a solemn memorial stop on a road trip — and I didn’t see it coming. A short story about unexpected laughs, growing up, and never living it down.
This post was originally published in 2009, but it's back by popular demand! The nostalgic no bake cookies recipe you'll find below has since become a fan favorite with my grandkids. I've made a few tweaks to the original recipe over the years, and now I'm excited to share this updated version with...
A 2008 ramble from the notebook: The year the decorations stayed boxed and the anxiety was unwrapped. Dealing with the FBI and financial stress while trying to remember the reason for the season.
The night before our son was born, my husband gave himself a DIY haircut—right in the middle of my contractions. This funny birth story is proof that sometimes chaos makes the best memories.
Editor’s Note (Updated 2025): This post originally ran in 2008, but the lessons (and the laugh) are still on point. I’ve dusted it off, added a cartoon, and updated the format so it’s ready for a new generation of ostriches. . Revised and edited May, 2025. There’s an old myth that ostriches bury...
A nostalgic coming-of-age memory about growing up Pentecost in the ’80s, slim feet, and the shoes that made me feel grown-up. I remember my first pair of “high” heel shoes. They were Candies, the classic wood-platform slides, way back before Candies became a fashion powerhouse. It was Easter of...
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.