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Vicki's Wonder World, Henderson, Las Vegas, NV (2026)

09/05/2026

Life Changes

Do you ever wonder about Life Changes?

I sure the hell do. 😂

Mainly because 2026 has been one giant WOW — OMG, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY LIFE?! — kind of year.

Things actually started changing for me before that. I can’t really explain it. I just felt a shift. Something was changing.

Then came the reality that my financial system was not working.

Go figure. 🤣

So along came the renter for seven months.

Now, I have beaten that story to death, so I won’t bore you with the details. Let’s just say the day I got my keys back was a DAY OF CELEBRATION. 🎉

Suddenly…

“Oh. Nobody is coming through the door.”

“I can play my music.”

“The house stays quiet.”

“This is MY space.”

“I don’t have to accommodate anybody.”

And I thanked God. 🙏

Then my niece, Ms. Alexa, came for a little less than a week.

My heart was so full of joy and happiness having her here. I love that little lady SOOOO much. ❤️

She hung out with my granddaughter, Layla. They’re about the same age, and the beautiful thing is watching them discover that they can become best 2nd cousins and friends for life.

Talk about my heart filling right over the top. 🥰

Alexa left Thursday.

And it was wonderful. It was fun. It was full of love.

And apparently my brain went:

“Okay honey… lovely visit… now everybody OUT.” 😂😂😂

I love people.

I just apparently love them even more when they go home. 🤣

And as if this hasn’t already been a year of WTF… NOW WHAT?!

I have a NEW JOB.

Yep.

After being pretty much an independent contractor since 2000, I am about to have a boss.

A schedule.

Somewhere to be.

Other humans to work with.

Three days a week.

Tuesday, Wednesday & Thursday.

10:00–5:00.

Holy.

Moly.

😂😂😂

And let me tell you… I am feeling ALL THE FEELINGS.

“I’m excited!”

“I’m nervous.”

“Oh sh*t.”

“F**k no.”

“It is what it is.”

“Okay… let’s fu***ng DO this!” 🤣

I start in two weeks.

I just hope this rollercoaster ride gets me there in one piece. LMAO

But here’s the beautiful part…

I actually believe this position was written for me.

I applied.

Within a day, I was hired.

I have an awesome manager who is kind of like me — which I consider a VERY good sign. 😂

And somehow, even though technically I have a boss, I still feel like I’m my own boss.

I work three days a week.

10–5.

During Salem’s nap time. 😂

The pay is great, there’s commission, and I get to work with people and some really quality health products.

And THAT part excites me.

Because I love people.

I love health.

I love learning about health.

So… yeah.

Maybe the universe actually knows what the hell it’s doing. 😉

But DAMN, am I struggling with it sometimes.

I keep running the numbers on my base pay and possible commission in my head like I’m trying to convince my brain this is real.

“See?! Look at the numbers! THIS IS GOOD!”
😂😂😂

My brain:

“Yeah… but you’re going to have a BOSS.”
🤣🤣🤣

Anyone else out there going through some life changes?

I would genuinely love to hear about them.

Because sometimes just sharing your story helps.

Sometimes knowing we’re not the only ones standing in the middle of our lives going,

“Ummm… what the hell is happening here?”

makes all the difference.

And honestly?

Just writing this has me laughing at myself.

GOOD.

Maybe that’s exactly what I needed.

Because here’s what I believe:

The universe is calling us to change.

And sometimes we answer willingly.

Sometimes we’re dragged kicking and screaming.

But change is coming whether we’re ready or not.

And I have a feeling that by the end of 2027, we’re all going to look back at this time and say…

“WHAT. THE. HECK. HAPPENED?!” 😂

And maybe…

“Damn. Look how far I came.”

For today, though?

I’m heading to my happy place.

My garden.
My music.
A glass of w**e.

And not one single worry in my head about someone coming through my door.

No wondering if I need to turn the music down.

No accommodating anybody.

Just me.
My home.
My space.
My life.

And honestly?

It’s the little things in life that turn out to be the BIG things. ❤️

Love, Love,
Vicki

07/14/2026

Music

Do you ever wonder about music?

I sure do. And boy, has it taken me on a journey lately.

Music means something different to everyone. It can remind you of your first love, that epic road trip, your best friend, or a moment in time you'll never forget. A single song can transport you back thirty years faster than any time machine ever invented.

Music can pull you out of a slump, make you cry your eyes out, or give you that much-needed kick in the butt to finally clean the house. (We all have that one cleaning playlist!)

My journey over the past couple of weeks started with my stereo receiver.

I honestly thought it had finally reached the end of its life.

After all, I've had this Kenwood receiver since 1988. Remember Kenwood? Back then it was one of the best brands on the market. This receiver has traveled with me from Washington State to Hawaii and finally here to Las Vegas. Through good times, bad times, celebrations, heartbreaks, and everything in between, it has been my faithful companion.

And if that thing could talk... oh my goodness. The stories it could tell would probably require a lawyer and a confidentiality agreement.

Call me crazy—as some of you occasionally do—but it felt like the end of an era. I was devastated.

I had lost my best friend.

Then the next day, I walked over to it and practically begged, "You can't give up on me. I still need you!"

I pushed the power button.

And... WHOOLA!

The old girl came humming back to life.

I was thrilled!

Then, as if the Universe decided to pile on even more excitement, my amazing neighbor asked if I wanted his custom-built speakers.

Now when I say these speakers are nice, I mean NICE.

Nicer than anything I have ever owned.

Of course, my response was immediate:

"Hell yes!"

The only problem?

These monsters weigh approximately the same as a small pickup truck.

Thankfully, my son-in-law came to the rescue once again and helped get them into the house.

At this point, I'm practically dancing with excitement.

Let's hook these babies up!

Then...

OH S**T.

My receiver is old-school and uses bare speaker wire connections.

The new speakers have fancy bi-wire cables with plugs on the ends.

DAMN IT.

So off I went to consult my modern-day problem-solving partner: ChatGPT.

A little research later, I learned I could simply unscrew the connectors and remove the wire without cutting anything.

YAAHOO!

Progress!

After wrestling with what felt like a garden hose disguised as speaker wire, I finally got everything connected.

Music starts playing.

Life is good.

Naturally, I decide it's time to crank this puppy up and rattle a few windows.

Uh-oh.

You guessed it.

My beloved 1988 receiver wasn't powerful enough to push these giant speakers.

For a brief, terrifying moment, I thought I had blown them up.

And all I could think was:

"Oh my God. What am I going to tell my neighbor?"

After several days of fiddling, adjusting, testing, and saying words that should never be repeated in polite company, I finally got everything working.

No, I can't crank them to concert levels.

Yet.

But they sound beautiful.

What a week.

Up.

Down.

Up.

Down.

OH F* #@.

Then back up again.

But through all of it, my old friend is still here, helping me get through everyday life one song at a time.

And yes, I am officially saving for a newer, more powerful receiver.

So fair warning to the neighborhood:

When that day comes...

WATCH OUT.

Because Vicki will be rocking the block.

The funny thing is, this whole experience reminded me of a few life lessons.

Keep going.

Don't give up.

Be patient.

Sometimes the things we think are finished still have a little life left in them.

And sometimes the Universe surprises us with something even better than we expected.

I know some of you can relate.

Music truly is one of the most incredible things ever created.

It touches your soul.

It touches your heart.

And if the volume is high enough, it touches your entire body.

Enjoy the music.

Love, Love,
Vicki

06/27/2026

Missing – Paper Towels

Do you ever wonder where things go when they mysteriously disappear?

I mean, I know I just put a brand-new roll of paper towels on the holder. Yet somehow, a day later, it's gone. Vanished. Missing in action.

At first, I figured there must be a ghost in the house playing tricks on me.

This, my friends, is the story of The Great Paper Towel Awakening of 2026.

The Universe has a funny way of teaching us lessons.

Sometimes the lesson arrives through a profound spiritual awakening.

Sometimes it arrives through an empty paper towel roll and missing dish soap.

Either way, the lesson is the same:

If you don't set boundaries, someone else will set them for you.

Now, as many of you know, I rented out a room in my house. The agreement did not include unlimited access to my paper towels, dish soap, napkins, and every other household supply known to mankind.

But I started noticing something strange.

I was going through paper towels at an alarming rate.

The dish soap seemed to disappear faster than a teenager's paycheck.

Napkins were vanishing without a trace.

Hmmmm...

My detective instincts kicked in.

I carefully left about four paper towels on the roll before leaving for the day.

When I returned...

Empty.

Not one paper towel remained.

Then I left the dish soap dispenser nearly empty.

And somehow, like a miracle of modern science, it magically refilled itself using my dish soap.
Interesting.

Very interesting.

At that moment, I knew the truth.

The paper towels were not evaporating.

The dish soap was not growing legs.

The napkins had not run away from home seeking a better life.

Nope.

I had found the culprit.

And while it may have looked like a paper towel problem, it was actually a boundary problem.

The Universe has a way of getting our attention. If we ignore the whispers, it sends louder messages. Sometimes those messages arrive through relationships.

Sometimes through finances.

And apparently, sometimes through household supplies.

Who knew paper towels could become spiritual teachers?

Yet there they were, sacrificing themselves one sheet at a time so I could learn a lesson I clearly needed.

The funny thing is, once you see the lesson, you can't unsee it.

The missing paper towels were never really about paper towels.

They were a reminder that respecting ourselves often starts with the little things.

And the Universe will keep sending the lesson until we finally say:

"Okay, okay... I got it!"

In this case, it simply chose paper towels as its messenger.

And honestly, that's a teaching method I never saw coming.

UPDATE – Extended Director's Cut

As I sat writing about The Great Paper Towel Awakening of 2026, the Universe decided to provide one final confirmation.

My renter casually asked:

"Are you out of paper towels? I can pick some up at the store."
I nearly fell off my chair laughing.

Apparently even the Universe enjoys a good punchline.
Sometimes Spirit whispers.

Sometimes Spirit sends signs.

And sometimes Spirit walks into the room and says:
"So... about those paper towels..." 😂😂😂

I replied:

"I am not out of paper towels, but if you need some, you should pick them up."
At that moment, I realized the Paper Towel Investigation was officially closed.

The evidence had been submitted.

The jury had reached a verdict.

Case solved.

The funny thing is, I had planned to publish this story the day before. Something told me to wait.

Now I know why.

Sometimes after we finally learn the lesson, the Universe sends us a little confirmation. Not because we need proof, but because it enjoys making us laugh.

And trust me, I am still laughing.

Well played, Universe. Well played.

Love, Love
Vicki

06/17/2026

Hair

Do you ever wonder about hair?

I mean, at some point in our lives, we all have it! Well... most of us. 😆

I am definitely a hair person. Not that I can style it worth a darn, but I love my hair! From observing others, not everyone shares this passionate relationship with the stuff growing out of their head. LOL

So let's talk about that moment when your bank account says, "Absolutely not," but your hair says, "Oh yes we are doing something today."

Yep. That's where this story begins.

It had been way too long since I'd seen my hairdresser. I missed her so much! My hair had gotten long, lost all its beautiful highlights and lowlights, and was looking a little... neglected.

My friend Teresa trimmed it for me awhile back, and I loved it. Then my granddaughter, Layla, cut off over four inches.

Whew! Did that feel amazing!

Now all I needed was to convince my daughter to watch a YouTube video and do my highlights and lowlights. Easy, right?

LMAO.

I bought all the supplies and was ready to go. But for some mysterious reason, she never seemed to have time.

"What the heck is going on?" I wondered.

Then one day, while we were hanging out, the truth finally came out.

She was terrified.

Apparently, being responsible for my hair is a high-pressure job. Who knew? 😂

To be fair, I can be a tiny bit picky about my hair.

Okay... maybe more than a tiny bit.

So my two girls found a friend fresh out of beauty school, and we set up an appointment.
The big day arrived.

I had almost everything she needed, except my lift (gentle bleach) hadn't arrived yet.
"No problem," she said. "I've got it covered."

Famous last words.

Several hours later, I was staring at myself in the mirror, slowly moving through the stages of grief. Shock. Denial. Panic. More panic.

Finally, I declared, "I'm getting this stuff off my head!"
Into the shower I went.

Let's just say the reveal was... memorable.

I didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Actually, I may have done both.

And that "gentle" bleach? There was nothing gentle about it!

I was not amused.

Imagine that.

The next day, I announced to my girls that I was going to fix it myself.
LMFAO.

Apparently, they knew this was not the best plan.

While hanging out with some friends, one of the girls heard my hair horror story and said, "I'll take care of it. No charge."

My first response?

Absolutely not.

Receiving help has never been my strongest skill.

But then I looked in the mirror.

Again.

"What time?" 😆

The next thing I knew, I had an appointment with a real hairdresser.

I literally got tears in my eyes.

After nearly six hours of repair, correction, magic, and miracles, I walked away with beautiful hair and a brand-new appreciation for someone who truly takes pride in her work.

I also walked away with something much bigger.

Gratitude.

Gratitude for my daughters.

Gratitude for my friends.

Gratitude for a woman who barely knew me but showed up with kindness and talent when I needed it most.

And maybe that's what this Wonder World lesson is really about.

Because it's rarely just about the hair.

It's the plumbing.

It's the car.

It's the computer.

It's the business.

It's that thing you're convinced you should be able to fix yourself because you're a capable, independent adult.

And sometimes, despite your best efforts, you make it worse.

Trust me. I have the plumbing stories and more to prove it. Looking back, they're hilarious. At the time? Complete meltdown mode.

What I am learning - over and over again - is this:

Asking for help is not weakness.

Sometimes the strongest thing you can do is admit, "I am out of my depth."

Sometimes the Universe sends exactly the right person at exactly the right time.

And sometimes that lesson arrives disguised as a really bad bleach job.

So if you're having your own version of a hair fiasco right now, remember...

You don't have to do everything alone.

There are good people everywhere.

And sometimes the miracle you're looking for is simply allowing someone else to help.

Now if you'll excuse me, I have fabulous hair again. 💁‍♀️✨

Love, Love,
Vicki

05/28/2026

POP

Do you ever wonder what it takes to make you POP?

Well… it takes a lot for me to get there!
But lately?
I have felt like a bomb ready to explode… and boy did I this past week! 😂

Anyone who would listen got an earful. I was ranting, venting, and probably scaring a few innocent bystanders. LMAO.

But honestly, I want to say Thank You to my family and friends for holding space for me while I exploded.
Even if you didn’t completely understand why I was so furious, you allowed me the freedom to just let it all out — no judgment, no fixing, just listening. And I am forever grateful for that kind of love.

Then after one really good night’s sleep, I woke up and made a decision.

I. Am. Done.

And when I say that… trust me… I mean it.

The second I set an end date to my situation, I swear it felt like the sun came out after the longest storm. I felt lighter. Freer. I honestly wanted to dance a jig right there in my kitchen! 💃☀️

Of course, then my monkey brain jumped in with:
“What the hell are you going to do now?”

But my Heart, Body, and Soul all answered back:
“Sister… it will all work out. We need YOU back.”

And honestly… I love these little conversations with myself. 😂

I think so many of us stay in situations way longer than we should. We tolerate. We endure. We keep trying. Until one day something inside finally says:
“Enough.”

And making that decision?
It’s both terrifying and exciting all at once.

Anyone else been there?

So now I’m calling in my Angels of Patience to help me stay calm through the process… while my Angels of Resources are over there kicking me in the ass saying:
“LET’S GO!” 😂

One thing I’m finally understanding about myself is this — my empath heart sometimes keeps me in situations that physically, emotionally, and spiritually make me sick… because I feel responsible for everyone else.

But not this time.

This time, I choose me.

So here’s to a brand new chapter.

To looking fear straight in the face and saying:

I AM DONE.
I AM NOT AFRAID.
I AM ENOUGH.

And to anyone else out there feeling ready to POP…
Find your safe place to let it out. Scream. Cry. Vent. Explode if you need to. Then with grace, courage, and love… do what is best for YOU.

Love, Love
Vicki 💞

04/30/2026

Celebrating my 21st Anniversary as a Realtor - Enjoy!

Realtors…

Do you ever really wonder about Realtors?
LOL… probably not.

But I’ll tell you what—when you need one… ohhh, you wonder then. 😉

Today, I’m the one wondering… about being a Realtor.
Because this marks my 21st anniversary in the business… and wow—what a ride it has been.

Now, I keep hearing all this talk about AI replacing Realtors.
And listen—I’m not against AI at all. I actually love parts of it.
Looking up homes, pulling comps, checking out neighborhoods… yes please! That stuff can be time-consuming and, let’s be honest, a little frustrating.

But here’s the thing…

That’s not what makes a great Realtor.

Not even close.

What I do—what we do (the ones who truly care)—goes so far beyond data and details.
Because being a Realtor, at least the way I see it, is about people. Real people. Real moments. Real emotions.

And let me tell you… I have seen all of it.

I’ve helped first-time buyers who are equal parts excited and terrified.
Found homes for families with a baby coming any minute.
Walked alongside people selling homes after losing someone they love.
Stood with clients during the crash, helping them get out without carrying a lifetime of debt.

I’ve celebrated with people.
I’ve calmed people down.
I’ve listened, reassured, hugged… and yes—sometimes handed over tissues.

Because behind every transaction…
there’s a story.
And it matters.

Now, I know Realtors don’t always have the best reputation.
And honestly… some have earned that.
But for those of us who lead with heart, who truly care, who show up fully for our clients… we know what this role really means.

And here’s my truth—

There have been times I didn’t love being a Realtor.
But when I look back?

Some of the most meaningful, rewarding moments of my life have come from this journey.

So to AI, I say…
You can assist. You can calculate. You can inform.

But you can’t hug someone when they’re overwhelmed.
You can’t feel the energy in a room.
You can’t celebrate at the closing table or sit quietly when someone needs a moment.

And until the world no longer needs connection, compassion, and that human touch…

You won’t replace what we do.

I can only imagine the stories other Realtors have… and I would love to hear them.

Go ahead—share yours. 💫

Love, Love
Vicki

04/26/2026

Distraction… or Something More?

Have you ever really sat with the idea of distraction?

Not just the obvious kind—scrolling your phone, binge-watching shows—but the deeper kind… the kind we don’t even realize we’re choosing.

The kind that quietly pulls us away from what we should be paying attention to.

Lately, I’ve been wondering…

When big things happen in the world—shocking, intense, hard-to-ignore events—I can’t help but ask:
Is this real?
Or is this a “look over here” moment?

Tonight, hearing about yet another attempt on a President’s life, my mind didn’t just react… it questioned. How does something like that even happen in such controlled environments? And why does it feel like there’s always something pulling our attention in a thousand directions?

It’s a strange place to be—this awareness that not everything may be as it seems.

And I’ll be honest with you… it’s a little unsettling.

Because at the same time, more information is coming to light these days—things that were once hidden, or at least harder to see. And instead of bringing clarity, sometimes it brings even more questions.

How do we really know what’s true anymore?

I’ve found myself in this space of reflection… even questioning people and systems I’ve trusted. Not from a place of judgment, but from a place of wondering. Observing. Trying to understand.

Because sometimes what I see doesn’t match what I feel leadership should look like. And that disconnect makes me pause.

But here’s where it gets really interesting…

When I look at my own life—when things feel off, uncomfortable, or uncertain—what do I do?

Oh, I distract myself like a pro. 😄

Suddenly, everything else becomes more important. Anything to avoid sitting in that uncomfortable truth.

So then I have to ask myself…
Are we, as a collective, doing the same thing?

Are we being distracted?
Or are we choosing distraction?

This is the kind of question that doesn’t come with easy answers.
But it does open the door to deeper awareness.

And maybe that’s what Wonder World is really about…
Not having all the answers—but being brave enough to ask the questions.

Tonight, I’m just grateful no one was hurt. Truly.

And I’m gently reminding myself to stay present… to notice when I’m being pulled away… and to come back to what matters.

Less distraction.
More awareness.
More truth—whatever that may be.

So I’m curious…

✨ How are you feeling about everything going on right now?
✨ Do you think we’re being distracted… or waking up?

Let’s wonder together.

Love, Love,
Vicki 💫

02/17/2026

SLEEP

Do you ever wonder about sleep? I do. Like… every single night.

How do some people lay down and BAM — they’re out? Just peacefully gone into dreamland like their brain flips an off switch.

Others may toss and turn a little, but eventually they drift. It fascinates me.

Me? I have NO such luck.

I do all the “right” things. Go to bed at the same time. Keep the room dark. No electronics. Sometimes I turn on my humidifier for that soft white noise (plus hello — moisture is good for your skin).

But Hell No. None of that nonsense works.

I turn everything down at 11 pm.

By 12:30 — I am awake.

WHAT?

Okay. Fine. Flip to the other side. Kiss my kitty. “Let’s try this again.”

1:30? Awake.

2:15? Awake.

3:07? Awake.

This little circus continues until around 4ish… and then — THEN — I finally slip into this delicious, dreamy world. Heaven. Floating. Bliss.

And you know what happens next.

You got that right. The sun comes up.

And Vicki does NOT sleep when the sun comes up.

UGH.

Now let me tell you about last night. It’s a doozy. I’m calling it:
Windstorm Apocalypse
Because I felt every bit of it.

Around 11ish I snuggle into my bed thinking, I Love My Bed!!! We wander off into slumber.

Then at 1:55 AM —

BAM.
BANG.
WTF.

I thought that freight train I’ve told you about had returned… but this time a few minutes later it sounded like a jet was landing in my backyard.

Holy S**t.

I leap out of bed, throw on my robe, and head straight for the back door. Salem is right by my side — probably thinking, “Finally! Mom’s up to party at 2 AM!” LOL.

I get to the sliding door.

My sun shade has torn loose on one side — BANG BANG BANG against the house.

My tall patio heater? Bent and laying on the ground like it gave up.

The gazebo? Preparing for liftoff.

Cushions flying.

Chairs tipped.

And my wind chimes…

Sweet baby Jesus.

They were so frickin loud I am positive my neighbors were cussing me out. Especially the big beautiful one that normally makes the most healing, angelic sounds. Last night it sounded like Thor himself was in percussion practice.

I run out to wrestle the sun shade. Trying to hold onto it while figuring out what in the world I’m going to do. The wind was so strong it literally almost knocked me on my ass. No exaggeration.

I finally got it under control by cranking it up tight to the top.

But the wind? It was not done performing.

The chimes kept clanging. The cushions were migrating. At one point my pool stairs went blowing past my window like they were late for work. Then a brand-new BANG BANG started on the side of the house.

I was freezing. Gathering pillows in the dark. Hair whipping around. Praying my gazebo didn’t decide to relocate.

Finally I crawled back into bed, snuggled up with Salem, and asked God to protect my little oasis.

Around 4ish… I fell asleep.

This morning I turn on the news. Right around 2:00 AM — just a couple exits up the freeway — two semi trucks were blown over one after the other. Then close to 4 AM another one flipped.

Sirens all night long.

So no… I was not being dramatic.

I have to say — sleep never comes easy for me. I can work with that. I live where we have some of the very best weather on average. Sure, it gets a little hot — wink wink — but when those winds decide to rear their head? That’s another story entirely.

I could never live where there are tornados. I would need therapy.

The winds are supposed to return tonight. Hopefully not sooooo strong. But if they do… I’m a little more prepared now. Mainly because everything that could blow away already tried.

As for the sleep thing?

They say, “You can sleep all you want when you’re dead.”

So I guess I’ll wait till then.

Love, Love
Vicki

02/14/2026

LOVE

Do you ever really Wonder about Love? I mean really think about it. What does it even mean? Is it reserved for romantic relationships? Or can it be for shrimp cocktail and lobster dipped in whipped butter? For your family? Your friends? Your backyard sanctuary that feels like your own little slice of heaven?

I think about Love a lot.

Because I LOVE a lot of things. My kitty, Salem. My backyard oasis. The color Royal Blue. Emerald Green. A perfectly chilled glass of w**e. Deep conversations. Sunsets. I could go on forever about the things that make my heart light up.

But when it comes to relationships… now that’s where Love gets interesting.

At my age, I’ve traveled the “I Love You” road more than once. I’ve meant it. I’ve felt it. I’ve believed in it. And yet… here I am. So I sometimes wonder — does that mean I’m flawed? Too picky? Too independent? Or maybe I just haven’t fully understood Love in that particular form.

Maybe romantic Love isn’t meant to look the way we were told it should. Maybe it’s different in the second half of life. Maybe it’s softer. Maybe it’s wiser. Or maybe, just maybe, I already love my life exactly as it is.

I don’t have all the answers. What I do have is openness. I am open to Love. And I am also okay if it doesn’t show up wrapped in a bow.

One thing I know for sure — the greatest Love story I’ve experienced so far is the one I have with myself. That took time.

There were years I didn’t like myself very much. But today? I do. I truly do. And that feels like a miracle in its own right.

I’m comfortable alone. Content. Peaceful. Though I wouldn’t mind chocolates and flowers on Valentine’s Day. Let’s be honest. But have you noticed? The store is full of them. So if I want roses, I can go buy them. If I want chocolate, I can grab two boxes.

That’s called empowerment, my friends.

To all you Love Birds out there — celebrate. Open that beautiful heart wide. Share it. Express it. Life is moving fast, and there is no prize for holding back tenderness.

As for me? Salem and I are heading out to do some gardening. There may be a few glasses of w**e involved. The soil doesn’t judge, the cat is loyal, and the sunset always shows up.

So here’s to Love in all its forms — romantic, familial, edible, colorful, and deeply personal.

Cheers to every version of it.

Happy, Happy Valentine’s Day.

Love, Love,
Vicki 💙

01/21/2026

At twilight, when the day loosens its grip and the world grows curious again, Salem takes her place on the cushions and watches. She does not hurry answers or insist on beliefs. She listens. Wonder World lives in this in-between hour — where questions are welcome, certainty is optional and noticing matters more than knowing. Pull up a seat, soften your thinking, and stay awhile. The universe has a habit of saying interesting things when we stop talking long enough to hear it.

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