I have started and stopped this blog more times than I want to admit. Maybe because I know there is a very real possibility that this will be the last one I write for a while. And there is something incredibly strange about trying to find the right words when you know your entire life is about to change. How do you write about that? How do you put a period at the end of a sentence when your whole life feels like an ellipsis? I don't think you do. So this isn't a goodbye. It is simply the chapter before I come home. For the last several years, so much of my life has been lived between phone calls, prison walls, courtrooms, paperwork, emails, sleepless nights, unanswered questions, hope, anger, faith, frustration, and a love that has somehow continued growing in circumstances that probably should have destroyed it. When I wrote Prison Wife 101 , I wrote from the perspective of a woman learning how to survive loving someone behind the wall. I wrote about the things nobody tells ...