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…

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 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…

Main Street Richmond, Kentucky is like any other Main Street in small-town America. There’s an imposing federal-style courthouse, a post office, and a plethora of banks and law offices. Main Street Richmond, KY does have one gem that no other small town can claim: Purdy’s Coffee Co. I’m a bit of a coffee snob (just ask my…

I caught her scanning shelves of feminine products, anxiously biting her thumb. Her search was thorough, but she eventually moved on. Then she quickly scoured the thermometers, syringes, and bottles of Neosporin; you could tell it was a long shot. With great caution, she moved closer to the aisle she had strategically been avoiding: baby products.…

Victoria Easter doesn’t exist anymore. She slipped away on January 19th 2013. Victoria Wilson took her place. It is very strange for me to answer to the surname of ‘Wilson’. For years, ‘Wilson’ was simply my pastor’s family. Then, I became very interested in the Benjamin variety of ‘Wilson’. Not long after, ‘Wilson’ became a tattoo…

So, life has been crazy since I got married one month ago! To answer a few frequently asked questions: Yes, we’re thrilled. Yes, we thought the wedding was gorgeous. Yes, we enjoyed our honeymoon. No, we haven’t killed each other yet. And, no, I”m not pregnant. There, I think that’s about it. Within the last…

January 19, 2013 Well friends, I’m not ‘Victoria Easter’ any more. I’m Victoria Wilson! I’m sure I’ll update my blog URL (along with my email, social media accounts, bank accounts, etc etc) in the coming weeks. For now, I’m just basking the glow of being a newlywed and wondering how I ever grew up this…

Though the LORD saved me at a very early age, 4-years-old to be exact, I have no doubt that I understood my need for a Savior even then. As the years have passed, that need has naturally become ever more evident to me as I’ve walked both close to and far from Christ. Today, my…