This life without Vance, all of it is hard. But right now the hardest part is parenting alone. Even on the hardest of days, when I didn’t know if our marriage would make it, I never once saw myself parenting alone. Vance was always in the picture. He was a dad who was present and…

I love that my little town has a hospital. Three of my kids were born there. So was I, actually. It’s a great addition to our community and I’m thankful for it. Today I had a routine procedure done but I had to go in thorough the ER entrance. That same door I’d had to…

I know. It’s just a door, newly painted black against a little white house in a slightly run-down neighborhood in a small town in the middle of the Midwest. It’s just a door. Except that it’s not. It’s so much more than just a door. It’s hope. It’s moving forward. It’s life continuing after loss.…

And I can hear the ground shake beneath us as the prison walls cave in Another in the Fire, Bethel Worship Paul was quite a guy. He’d had what you might call a radical conversion to Christianity where he went from enemy number one to the author of most of the New Testament. It’s a…

Today I drove by the spot Vance wrecked. Twice. I hadn’t been down that road since he died. It’s a busy one, but not one you drive very often if you don’t work at the plant. Tonight I had to go to a different town for a cross country meet and that was the fastest…