Just Vicky G

My husband said the other night at dinner, “This is one of my favorite meals you make.” It wasn’t anything special—just one of those meals passed down from my father. The kind I’ve made so many times I don’t even need to look at the recipe. The kind of meal that is comfort and makes you feel good after the first bite. I have fond memories of my father making this meal for us when we were kids. He was a truck driver, so he was gone sometimes for days at a time. We always liked

I just spent the last two weeks immersed in the winter Olympics, and it was every bit as wonderful as every other time I’ve watched. Since I was a little girl—tuning in for the Olympic gymnasts (I also wanted to be one!)—I’ve loved the games. The stories of the athletes, the amazing performances they put on, and the way they overcome so much, both personally and mentally, are just some of the things I love about watching. And I think, at its core, I love it because it reminds

He loved being at camp! I didn’t want a dog. I knew the house would always be covered in dog hair, and the responsibility of training the dog would fall on me since I worked from home. I also just really wanted to have another baby, but my husband was done; so, a dog it was. I can laugh at this story now, and honestly, it’s one of my favorites to tell, but we knew nothing about having a dog and I was nervous. Jacoby came from an interesting situation. His mom had complication