Working in a pediatric ICU, participating in fundraising efforts, creating church health programs and making mission trips are all part of a life Mary Jo Veirs believes she was led to.
In mid-March, the Elizabethtown woman was named Nurse of the Year by Kosair Children’s Hospital in Louisville, but she credits the entire unit and all hospital personnel with playing a part.
Veirs called her co-workers at the hospital a “family.”
Don’t you wish you could go to the store and purchase a bottle of time? Wouldn’t that solve many of your stress moments and certainly help you complete your to do list? Time is something that either is controlled by us or controls us.
Recently, I was attending a funeral and I heard, “I wish I spent more time with her,” “I wish I talked about this,” “I wish …” You get the point.
Nearly everything Mae Knight has done in her adult life has grown from her love of children.
In her 86 years, she has taught school, worked with children at her church, owned a children’s clothing store and is president of the Optimist Club of Radcliff.
Originally from Casey County, she settled in Radcliff 53 years ago and stayed there when her husband retired from the U.S. Army.
So I’m sitting here, staring at a blank page, wondering where to start.
Writer’s block? Maybe. More like I’ve got the “I’m so tired from everyone in my house being sick” block. That happens to moms.
And so here I am, thinking about something I read recently, how mothers, especially stay-at-home mothers, are simultaneously lonely and never have enough time to ourselves.
About 10 years ago, Morgan Morrow, 24, developed a desire to visit missionaries in Liberia and collect supplies for the people there. In March, she finally took the leap and went to the country in West Africa.
It all started when missionary Albert Stewart, a former member of Faith Apostolic Church, which Morrow attends, returned to the church to present what he had been doing as a missionary in Liberia with his wife, Tegeste.
“When he played the DVD, it broke my heart and I felt a burden,” Morrow said.
Those connections we forge with family, friends and coworkers that sustain us and prod us and make us better than we could be by ourselves.
It’s about the bouquet of flowers the friends of a colleague of mine sent her at work when she was going through a rough patch caring for her ailing mother. That circle of friends has taken her out to breakfast, cried with her and listened to her as she’s grappled with the difficult decision of moving her mother, no longer able to stay in her own home, to a nursing home.
The second Sunday in May is approaching and as we all know, that is the day we honor our mothers or the mother figures in our lives.
In my mind, every day is Mother’s Day.
What would I do without my mother? First and foremost, I would not be here. As long as I can remember, my mother always has been there, even during the crazy stages in mine and my sister’s lives. She never once wavered.
Derby weekend is no mere sporting occasion — although the action on the track is thrilling — it’s one of the great social gatherings of the year and the people who attend dress accordingly in all their finery, especially hats.
Headwear company Dorfman Pacific has been selling hats in the Kentucky Derby Museum store at Churchill Downs for years. It’s become a year-round business there, as more visitors seek hats for special occasions or as souvenirs.