Bits and blurts from the brain. Unedited. Unapologetic.
When health scares, money stress, and responsibility collide at the holidays If this weary Christmas feels familiar, I’d love to hear from you. It’s that time of year again. The first Christmas card of the year arrived yesterday; it had beautiful photos of their precious family. It reminded me that...
Before streaming took over, Redbox was our weekend ritual. Here’s how six months of $1 rentals, jump scares, and popcorn turned into something unforgettable — and how my best friend made it all matter.
I may not be a cook (ask my husband), but this easy homemade vegetable soup is my no-fail favorite. No dumplings, no stress—just simple, hearty veggies in a cozy, comforting broth that actually tastes good. Yes, even I pulled this off.
Editor’s Note:This post recounts my experience at a 2012 Garland County Library event featuring Mara Leveritt, author of Devil’s Knot, following a screening of Paradise Lost. It remains a pivotal moment in my exploration of the West Memphis Three and Arkansas true crime stories. The Garland County...
Looking back at the year 2011 clearly presents the argument for the old saying, “hindsight is 20/20.” There were some things I wish I had reacted to differently and others that couldn’t have played out any better. It was a short year, of course. Since turning 40, all years have seemed short.
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.
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.
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...
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.