Like all good things that must come to an end, this school year is finally almost over. And oh, how things have changed from where we all began.
Have you heard of those tribes in the rainforests of Brazil that have existed centuries without any contact with modern civilization? Except for the fact that I've been vaccinated for measles and whooping cough and would look ridiculous holding a spear, other than that, I'm pretty certain we've been living parallel lives.
Last week while grocery shopping with my dad, we ran into someone my parents first met at least four decades earlier. Dad didn't remember her but, to be fair, unless you've wronged him or his family in some way, you're a stranger. His son's favorite elementary school teacher, "Sorry, not ringing a bell." The kid who pulled his daughter's hair in fourth grade, "I remember that little bastard."
As I sat in the chair of the Emergency Room, with our middle daughter hooked up to blood pressure and heart rate monitors, her nose packed in ice, I wondered if the nurse could read my mind.
Besides religion, politics and sex there's one more hot button issue that should be added to that list of taboo topics never to be discussed in mixed company. Not war. Not equal pay. Not even the latest shocking elimination on "Dancing with the Stars." Nope, it's breastfeeding. I understand that because this word actually includes part of the female anatomy some would argue it falls under the "sex" category, but trust me, it shouldn't.
We had another one of "those" mornings. When my feet hit the floor, I had no idea that the first words out of my mouth would start the day off on a very bad note. By the time "Good Morning America" came on, the guilt kicked in.
Like many of you, my husband and I pay for the lights to turn on in the house. We pay for the food in the fridge, the water that comes out of the tap, and when the heat turns on, that's us, too.
I like to think of myself as apolitical; someone that looks objectively at both sides of an issue, appreciate each perspective and be careful not to allow my personal beliefs to muddy the waters of political idealism. I also think chasing a cheeseburger with a shot of cayenne-laced wheat grass is more effective than eating right and exercising. The truth? I am a moron when it comes to politics.
Like the benefits of good judgment eludes Lindsay Lohan, so does that of extended warranties or extra insurance on any electronic or appliance I have ever purchased.
I know nothing about football.
My husband knows everything there is to know about football.
As my children get older, more and more, I rely on those bits of parenting wisdom my mom unknowingly doled out while she faced new challenges with her own children.
Recently, I conducted a little experiment. So I Googled "most popular idioms." A photo of Sarah Palin popped up. Stupid spellcheck. So I changed the "t" to an "m" and resumed my experiment.
For several years now, I've been fascinated by all the "organic" offerings in my sister-in-law's home.
I've been on a mission since the birth of my first child almost 15 years ago. As hard as I've tried to complete this mission, I fall short every time. Actually, I fall head first into a big bowl of Ben and Jerry's Chunky Monkey or pan of brownies whatever is closest.
The first week of 2016 is upon us. And unlike all the other years before, this year I've resolved to do something that is probably the craziest (yet sanest) things I've ever done.
Instead of the same boring goals like, "I want to lose 15 pounds" or "organize every drawer, closet, bank account" or "more reading, less television," this year I've decided to create a doable, more exciting list for 2016.
Birthdays come and go... you hope
I turned 29 years old the other day. And by other day, I mean years and years ago. But it sure seems like it was yesterday.
Now that he is halfway through his junior year in high school, the countdown for college is on for my oldest. While we remind him on regular basis to study, volunteer and research colleges, he is quick to remind us about his career goals.
Everyone is thankful for something. Even on the day of Thanksgiving, when 40 members of your family are talking loud, complaining about the food temp, and wondering "out loud" if the serving dish used for stuffing belongs to them.
Two little words that can bring our entire household to a standstill.
Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday. Mainly because it's all about food and less about buying the perfect gift. The one day of the year when calorie intake doesn't count and it's perfectly acceptable to wear stretchy pants for four days straight. This year is no different.
What's better than one-stop Christmas shopping? One-stop Christmas shopping in your hometown.
A few days ago a very interesting story started trending online... again. It's one that dominates water-cooler conversations, late-night punchlines and everyone's social media feed. "Man donates testicle for a $35,000 payout."
I'm rushing home with a carload of grocery bags filled with 822 separate ingredients for a dish I volunteered to prepare for a get-together. And why? Because it looked heavenly in a copy of Bon App'etit I swiped from the gynecologist's office earlier in the week. In the back seat sits an 11 year old who isn't talking to me because I said "no" to a sleepover. Up front, sits a 16 year old laughing at something a friend just texted that I probably wouldn't approve of. As we pull in the garage, I mentally start going through my list.
They told me it would happen. My sisters, my brother, my friends, strangers in line at the grocery. I didn't listen. In fact, I despised those words, "You're going to miss this stage."
So the text from my friend Caroline went something like this: "Handgun classes and kickboxing! You go girl! What's next? Eating number 5 at Pad Thai?"
Our September/October issue is out today, and just like that, the countdown to all the fabulous fall holidays has begun. And as you know, Wilson Living Magazine is all about the holidays! This week we are putting the final plans into motion for our 7th Annual Wilson Living Holiday Expo & Gala, and our tickets for the Gala and Breakfast With Santa go on sale today at www.wilsonlivingmagazine.com.
In just three short months, the weather will be cooler, the days will be shorter and the holiday decorations will be everywhere. That's the perfect time for the Wilson Living Holiday Expo & Gala, and we couldn't be more excited to be bringing it to you for the seventh year in a row!
This past Wednesday we moved our eldest into her new home away from home for the next four years.
You read that right. After a very uneventful two weeks waiting for something funny, dangerous, or even inspiring to happen...nothing. I started and stopped about 30 different story ideas. This happens sometimes but this time...nothing.
There's rarely an occasion my boys and I can have a conversation where they aren't trying to talk over each other or fighting. I never know where these times of curious questioning and mostly peaceful exchanges will lead but since I fancy myself a cool parent nothing is off limits.
I had a terrible dream last night. You were leaving for a trip. A trip alone. A trip without us; your parents and little brother. We were getting ready to check bags when the attendant asked for your passport. We forgot it. I panic, offering to pay whatever in order to get a "quickie passport" printed at the gate.
Wilson Living Magazine knows that everyone loves to show off the cute kids in their life, so we've decided to give locals a chance to do just that with the Wilson Living Magazine Cutest Kid Contest, sponsored by Pediatric Dentistry of Lebanon and Dr. Suzanne Wallace.
If you need something to read while you are relaxing by the pool, Wilson Living Magazine's health and well-being issue is out now.
Summer is a time when everyone is looking for fun activities to enjoy with family and friends.
Wilson Living Magazine is proud to announce its partnership with All About Women, a non-profit founded in 2002 to help connect women with free and engaging health resources to balance their lives and improve their health.
We asked and you decided! Wilson Living Readers, Facebook fans and Twitter followers chimed in to let us know which wedding cover should grace our much anticipated 7th Annual Bridal Issue.
Kelly Newton, a Mt. Juliet resident, has written a book, her first, called Embracing a Spirit of Giving, and will be signing copies of it at the Home for the Holidays event to be held Saturday, Nov. 16, at the Mt. Juliet Community Center in Charlie Daniels Park.
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