Wednesday's Woman

  • Christmas has passed, but what’s next for a grieving family?

    A lot of people in late October tell Dobbins they wish they could go to sleep and wake up in January.

    Waking up to find it’s the day after Christmas, some breathe a sigh of relief that the day has passed, she said.

  • Motherhood and More: Confessions of a Christmas knitter

    I did it to myself again.

    Every year I decide I’m going to make things for Christmas. I alternate making cookies and candy for everyone I’ve ever met in my life with knitting warm, woolen items for everyone I’ve ever met.

    I make myself nuts trying to accomplish everything I want to, no matter how idealistic and unlikely to complete I am.

  • Creating connections: Desire to help others through grief planted early

    Wanda Dobbins’ life has journeyed from the mission field of Chile to helping individuals and families during the end of life.

    When she was a little girl, she always knew she wanted to do something in the social work field, even if she didn’t know at the time what social work was.

  • Life or Something Like It: Lost without a cell phone

    Just last month, it became apparent to me just how much phone technology has changed our lives.

    My young adult Sunday school class had a hot dog roast at a church member’s farm, taking advantage of one more glorious fall day where the pale blue sky provided a backdrop to the orange and yellow hues of the maples and oaks.

    All the carloads of attendees arrived but one, and it became apparent they had gotten lost.

  • Elizabethtown woman owns extensive Christmas village collection

    A Ferris wheel turns near spinning tea cups and a duck hunt carnival game while skaters glide across a frozen pond in front of the Holiday Diner located near Bowlarama and Graceland.

    Stepping into the Elizabethtown home of Juanita Powell is like being transported to a special world, one where rustic fishing villages co-exist with a ‘50s community, where a Swiss chalet is nestled amid barn dances.

    The Christmas village display takes up about half her living room.

  • Dr. Sarah Proctor balances business and family

    After completing dental school at University of Kentucky, Dr. Sarah Proctor came back to her hometown, Elizabethtown, to practice.

    The 31-year-old has practiced for more than five years and started her own business.

  • Got to be Real: Christmas spirit has no price tag



    Well, it is that time of the year, my friends.

    The hustle and bustle of Christmas — for me, the Christmas season — has become so commercial and gives the constant look of wanting and not giving.

  • Speakers with Spark: Let there be joy during this special season


    ‘Tis the season of joy. Christmas is near and during this festive holiday season, it’s good to remember it should be about joy.

    The shopping season also is here as customers search for the right gift or a gift to be able to mark a name off the list. It’s a tradition we go shopping during the Black Friday weekend. My mom, daughter and I  make the outing to enjoy the camaraderie of special loved ones and friends.

  • Bunco bunch: Monthly game boasts 40-year history

    On a sunny November afternoon, women began arriving at a Vine Grove residence, exchanging warm hugs and wide smiles, much the way some of them have done for the past 40 years.

    The 12 women gather the third Friday each month at each other’s homes to play bunco, but the gatherings mean so much more to the women, giving them a chance to catch up with each others’ lives.

    The bunco group was formed sometime after Audrey Durbin of Radcliff and a cousin experienced the loss of their husbands within six days of each other.

  • Motherhood and more: The good things of Christmas may come early

    I admit it. 

    I’ve been listening to Christmas music for at least the past three weeks, much to my husband’s irritation. I mean, it’s not like it’s on all the time, and it’s only in the car when he’s not riding with me. But still. He knows and is therefore sufficiently bothered.

    And yet, I don’t care.