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.
I absolutely loved the three years I lived in Hawaii and try to incorporate what I enjoyed in Hawaii into mainland America. My daughter even has a Hawaiian middle name because I was so taken with the culture and the meaning behind its words.
Mother’s Day holds a special significance for Laura Cooper.
Cooper became an acting parent when she adopted her granddaughter, Amber, on April 8, 1997, in Michigan. Amber was 4, about four months shy of turning 5 on her July 31 birthday.
In October 1998, shortly after adopting Amber, Cooper moved to Hardin County and founded the nonprofit organization Open Arms. It’s a support group for grandparents and acting parents raising children.
“We purposely retired early to give Amber a better life,” Cooper said.
When I was younger, before I knew the ins and outs and all the weird, difficult things that went along with parenthood, I always said I wanted four children.
I wanted to hear all the laughter and the giggling and I wanted to see a passel of children, my children, riding bikes together or kicking a soccer ball or making mud pies. Apparently, in my mind, kids only existed outside.
My husband, on the other hand, only wanted two kids. We decided to compromise and settled on three.
Providing assistance to those navigating the labyrinthine health insurance process or to those who need help getting prescription medications, Carol Baldwin derives a great amount of satisfaction from her dual role.
“It’s just the most rewarding thing I’ve ever been involved in,” Baldwin said. “Ever.”
As the community organizer for the Kentucky Prescription Assistance Program and director for State Health Insurance Program, Baldwin provides free services through Lincoln Trail Area Development District.
I had seen that the 1940 census was going to be released.
After more than 70 years, that year’s official count of United States residents would become public record, opening up a treasure trove of records for genealogy buffs.
With my 80-year-old uncle driving my 83-year-old mother back from her annual winter stay in Florida, perusing the records together when they arrived would make for a great night of story-telling about their teen years in New York.