I’ll also never enjoy the phrase “domestic goddess,” but that’s a whole other column.
But I’m not sure I was made for this type of work. I mean, I don’t necessarily care I’ve had stacks of magazines on the end table for months and every month the stack just keeps growing. I keep meaning to go through them and get rid of the ones I don’t need — probably all of them — but I don’t ever seem to have the time. Or the desire.
In the past eight years, Francia Bennett has been present at the birth of about 50 babies of Spanish-speaking families she helps by volunteering her time, transportation and interpreter skills.
“I’m with them at the delivery,” Bennett said of the expectant mothers.
It is just one way the Elizabethtown resident provides volunteer assistance for the Spanish-speaking community.
Bennett also helps Spanish-speaking area residents make and keep medical and dental appointments.
On a small tobacco farm in Eastview, Rita Wooden’s father put her on a tractor when she was 12 years old. Today, at 55, farming is in her blood.
“There’s never a time when I feel closer to God than when I’m out in the field on a tractor,” she said. Wooden’s favorite tractor is one she calls “the beast.”
She once told her sister-in-law she would never marry a farmer.
“Boy, have I had to eat those words,” Wooden said.
They can be of any race, ethnicity, religion, educational background or socio-economic status. They can be married, single, divorced, heterosexual, bisexual, homosexual, young or old. I am talking about the deep, dark profile of a domestic violence victim. You see the bumps and bruises. The verbal, mental and sexual abuse can attack anyone.
The notion that Daughters of the American Revolution is just a group of ladies wearing white gloves sitting around talking about their latest excursions is a misconception, Margaret Martin said.
I’m grateful for all the comments I’ve received about our articles. Speakers With Spark was started with the theme from Gandhi, “Be the change you would like to see in the world.”
I suppose there comes a time in every mother’s life when she’s sitting next to her child who fell asleep on the couch after puking all over himself and his bed. Twice.
I know, I know. I’m lucky it hasn’t happened before.
My husband became ill first, but we all just assumed it was food poisoning since he was the only one who showed any symptoms. He recovered, mostly, and life went on. And then a couple days later, after an afternoon snack of popcorn and Pez candy, Sebastian announced his stomach hurt.
West Point holds a special place in the heart of 34-year-old Chris Lueken, president and curator of The West Point Kentucky History Museum.
“My grandfather was born there in 1924,” Lueken said.
Though he had moved away from the river town by 1936, Lueken’s grandfather later would return once a week, taking along his granddaughter, who lived in Shively at the time.