Teresa Logsdon knew in the sixth grade she wanted to be a lawyer and never let anything get in the way of her dream.
Her dream career led to becoming an assistant commonwealth’s attorney in January.
When she was young, she never stopped to question how she would pay for it, even though her family didn’t have the financial means at the time. She knew if anyone else had seen her financial situation they would have told her college and law school were impossible.
Looking for and extracting fuel oil and natural gas from the earth.
That’s the major students should choose if they want a job after graduation and a job that pays well. Last year, a Georgetown University study named it the bachelor’s degree that leads to the highest paying jobs, averaging $120,000.
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 …