As she balances her work as Hosparus Thrift Shoppe coordinator and her heavy involvement in community theater, plus parenting two young daughters, Moira Taylor feels fortunate, she said, that her calendar is packed with meaningful work.
In your most country accent, peer into your looking glass and say out loud, “I am amazing.”
There is no doubt in my mind I am an amazing woman, and you know why? Because I said so.
We all have special gifts, talents and qualities that make us amazing. I think about some of the women who have graced my life with their “sweet aroma of wisdom, strength and compassion” in the words of my good friend and sister, Monica Bland, and they all were amazing.
If a picture is worth a thousand words, Abby Coffell has produced enough to fill a library.
The Elizabethtown resident takes photos of Central Hardin High School wrestling team members on a volunteer basis during matches and tournaments. This year alone she has taken in the neighborhood of 16,000 photos.
“We did not miss one tournament this season,” she said, noting she took photos of matches even when her son was not competing.
He’s always been a little bit attached, still refusing to play by himself in his room unless I threaten him. But lately he’s been downright clingy.
I should love it, right? I should spend all my time focusing on how he’s not always going to want to be right by my side whenever I am in the same building, or hug me 50 times a day. That’s no exaggeration. Literally 50 times. I know because I counted.
My husband says he minds the clock while I maintain the calendar.
True enough. I have trouble getting where I’m going on time. I’m the one who slips in a few minutes late to meetings, classes and even sometimes church services. He’s patiently tried to fix this flaw, suggesting helpfully I might want to add 30 minutes to the time I think I’ll be finished with a task so as to have enough time to get to the next. It might make sense in his mind, but not mine. If I know I have 30 minutes …
As Black History Month gets under way, I can only think of what my foremothers and fathers thought as they were being transferred to this country in shackles and chains, being tossed about by the high seas, leaving a homeland, some as kings and queens, to a life of leather whips, dogs and being belittled on every hand.
I wonder what they thought about as they were paraded onto the slavery block, and their man and womanhood was exposed to the highest bidder, treated no better than horses and cows at a livestock auction.
Whether as part of her career as an educator that has spanned some three decades or as one of the caretakers of the Emma Reno Connor Black History Gallery in Elizabethtown, knowledge is important to Tucker.
For about 30 years, the Radcliff resident has been in the education field, but she doesn’t call her profession a job because she enjoys it so much.