Dear Grad, First and foremost, congratulations! You’ve made a huge accomplishment. You’ve finished one chapter and are about to begin another. You’ve studied hard (let’s face it, probably played hard), got your act together somewhere along the way, and made it to the end. Well done! I know what it’s like to graduate. I’ve graduated…
A story from my childhood will perfectly illustrate my firstborn, type A, control-freakish tendencies. When I was in preschool, we attended an old Southern Baptist church that had all the normative signs of an old Southern Baptist church: hymns, potlucks, and sweet old ladies. One such sweet old lady had taken to calling me ‘Vicky’.…
If y’all couldn’t tell, sometimes I get fired up. Reasonably fired up, to be fair, but fired up all the same. Victoria’s Ramblings is meant to be a place where you can always expect a polished, endearing version of myself. But sometimes the feisty Southern woman inside me, bless her heart, needs a place to…
My husband and I loved the film 42, about the heroic ball player Jackie Robinson who broke the baseball color line in 1947. We loved it. Jackie had the guts to not fight back, in the film’s language; guts which the real Jackie Robinson would tell you stemmed from his Christian convictions. It was refreshing to see a husband…
To My Readers: Who are you? Before I can write anything to you, I need to know who you are. At least, that’s the advice I’ve received from other writers and high school English teachers: know your audience. Again, the question, who are you? You may already know about me. I’m a bit of a rambler. I love…
It has been two months since I married the hottest man alive and we are finally able to share pictures from our special day! We loved working with a budding, local photographer and thought her casual style really captured our personalities! I’m working on yet another Shutterfly photo album for our favorite wedding shots. For now, enjoy the…
I grew up under a rock. Not literally. I grew up without cable TV and, in twenty-first America, I might as well have grown up under a rock. My husband has felt it incumbent upon himself to use this piece of Victoria-trivia as an ice breaker in our recent social encounters. I have discovered that me not…
My grandma says the best things. She’s also a pretty snappy writer. (I like to think that wordsmiths run in the family.) My aunt and I were recently remembering our favorite “Memaw-isms” and I just had to share a few. (Yes, my grandmother is called ‘Memaw’ and my late grandpa was called ‘Pawpaw’. We’re a…
I love blogging, I truly do! Blogging keeps me accountable to write on a (somewhat, I hope!) consistent basis. And the bloggers I follow inspire me to write funnier, edgier, more thoughtful, and – ultimately – better posts. We bloggers make a little home for ourselves on the Internet, don’t we? Inspired by one blog that’ll be featured,…
I have a morning complex. Maybe a morning beat me up when I was a little kid. Maybe my past mornings have been too jarring, too traumatic. Maybe I’ve always thought mornings were prettier and brighter than me. I don’t know, but I do know that I have major morning issues. Unfortunately, for Ben, my morning…