When your person dies you have to reevaluate a lot of things. You look back and think about what really mattered and what wasn’t worth it. In my looking back, I realize that I wasted a lot of time being angry at Vance. Or the kids. Or the world. Or God. Or all of them.…

There’s a whole list of reasons why I started writing here but there really are just a couple main ones. Number one. I’ve always expressed myself best through writing. It’s my outlet. It lets me get my thoughts out, organized and remembered. Sometimes I look back and think, “That was stupid. How embarrassing.” Other times,…

I’ve never really been a small person. At least not since puberty hit anyway. I remember being embarrassed in high school because I was heavier than all the other girls. Or at least all the other girls who weren’t “fat.” At 5’10”, I weighed 162 pounds through high school and college. FYI, that’s not “fat.”…

Sometimes I find myself waiting for Vance to come home. It really doesn’t make any sense. I mean, I know he’s not coming home. I know he died. I was at the funeral. I have stood at his grave many, many times. Yet, somehow, I can be thinking about him being gone and simultaneously find…

On Thanksgiving Day we went to the movies. We started going last year and it seemed like a nice tradition to keep up this year, as we once again found ourselves in Arkansas for the holiday. Frozen II had come out the week before. I hadn’t really planned to see it. I mean, yes, I…