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Wednesday's Woman

  • Cookies to cameras: Gena Mitchell focuses on JHHS football

    On a Thursday night in September in the Mitchell home in Elizabethtown, the aroma of freshly baked chocolate chip and oatmeal cookies mingles with the excited exclamations of teenagers playing football on Xbox.

    The cookies are some of the estimated 5,850 Gena Mitchell has baked over the past six years for members of the John Hardin High School football team.

    As the mother of senior quarterback, Eli, and another son, Caleb, who now plays football at Kentucky Christian University, Gena has found herself enveloped in the sport.

  • Motherhood & More: It's OK to take a mommy break

    My parents have said the first time my older-by-two-years sister stayed the night away from them was the night I was born.

    I … did not wait that long.

    I had no set date for when I would allow my son, my first baby, to stay the night away from us. I figured it would be awhile, maybe a couple years, like my parents.

  • Derby Museum displays locally designed hats

    Missy Mills and Glenda Patterson were winners in the 2011 Kentucky Derby Museum Hat Contest. The museum received more than 50 entries and chose 20 hats for the “It’s My Derby” exhibit, which is open until June, according to a museum news release.

  • Life or Something Like It: Awaiting the sweet side of Halloween

    I’m of two minds about Halloween.

    The children and trick-or-treating part I like. The young people I know plan their costumes well in advance, knowing months before the holiday the character they’ll be dressing up as. The girls want to be fairies and princesses and the boys whoever the current popular comic book character is. They look forward to going door to door in the neighborhood soliciting candy, their parents standing a respectful distance away on the street.

  • Hometown Glamour girl

    A local girl became a Glamour girl when she posed for a spot in the magazine during a summer internship.

    Meaghan Parker, a 2008 Central Hardin High School graduate, was featured in the October issue’s segment “The Best Fall Skirts for Your Shape.”

    She always dreamed of working in the fashion industry. Her uncle, the dentist for the editor-in-chief’s assistant, hooked Parker up with contact information for the internship.

  • Got to be Real: The life and lessons of an Army wife

    I would say by far the toughest job in the Army is that of the Army wife.

    I was an Army wife for 24 years. It was my choice to be a wife, and when I added Army to it, things really were spiced up.

    As I look back over the time spent alone, looking over mounds of boxes and packing paper taller than me, I know it was insane, but I would do it all over again.

  • Leah Morris serves as 'over-the-top' support for daughter

    Leah Morris is not content simply to cheer on her daughter, Kimberly, from the sidelines at Elizabethtown High School volleyball games.

    Throughout her daughter’s involvement in the sport, Morris has been a line judge, locker decorator, concession stand worker and treasurer for the Rapid Fire Volleyball Club based in Bardstown. She also helps coordinate homecoming activities.

    “I’m kind of one of those over-the-top volleyball moms,” Morris said.

  • A soccer mom ... minus the minivan

    Michelle Domschke has been a soccer mom for about 14 years. Through her children, she's developed a love for the game and passion for supporting the players.

    Her oldest daughter, Taylor, has been playing since she was 4 and is now a senior on the North Hardin High School girls’ soccer team. Her middle daughter, Harley, an eighth-grader, plays for the North Hardin junior varsity team.

  • Speakers with Spark: Open heart, insert love, choose family

    A friend of mine’s second-grader came home from school and asked, “Mom, how come I only have one Mom and Dad when most of my friends have two? My friend Bobby has eight grandmas.” 

  • Motherhood & More: Three-year-old phase makes for some rough times

    Man. Three-year-olds. Three. Year. Olds.

    I’m guessing that anyone who has had or currently has a 3-year-old knows what I’m referring to and I can close up shop without elaborating.

    But for those of you who do not understand, let me explain.