Being pregnant is like keeping a fragile secret. You don’t want to whisper it too loudly, for fear of it shattering by the sheer weight of the thing. From that Tuesday night when those tell-all double pink lines appeared, I’ve felt a massive amount of responsibility to protect our little buddy. We prefer to reference…
Read More
It occurred to me that I’m pretty awful at just ‘being’. You know those moments when you grab a chair, a cup of something cozy, head to your favorite spot and just ‘be’? I’m really bad at that. Or maybe you don’t know what those moments are like. You could be bad at ‘being’ just like me.…
Read More
I blame Virginia Woolf. Ever since I read A Room of One’s Own in Women’s Literature I’ve been convinced that every successful writer needs “money and a room of her own”. A separate space to let my creative juices gush. A safe place to let my guard down, to ease into my own skin. Stomping ground that isn’t shared with twenty…
Read More
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…
Read MoreA 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’.…
Read More
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…
Read MoreMy 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…
Read More
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…
Read MoreIt 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…
Read MoreI 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…
Read More