KIM CHEEK: I was involved in the arts communities in Kernersville and Winston-Salem when I was in my 20s. When I married my husband, I became the step mom to two children. We then had our daughter, who is now 17 years old. I love being a wife and mother, and was actively engaged in many activities for the children. I still am involved in a number of community groups. However, I really missed doing my craft work. There was only so much time in the day, and I chose to put that aside for a number of years. Eventually, with the kids grown up, I got back into it.
I have often been asked about what is the coolest experience I have ever had as a medium. Well, I don’t know if the plane crash event was the coolest experience, but it was the most profound moment in my journey.
One day, I was at lunch with my husband and I received a call from my friend, Heather. Heather frantically told me about her friend, Felicia. Felicia’s husband, Dave, had taken off with his friend in a small Cessna plane. Dave was the passenger and this flight was only supposed to take a few hours. However, Dave’s plane never made it to the 2nd airport and the plane had been missing for 5 days.
Dear Aunt Lil,
What a smoky quandary I’m in.
Recently, I had to find a new hair stylist; my previous favorite one here in town moved to Charlotte with her family. I heard tons of great recommendations on this new stylist and I have loved the styles/cuts that she has given to a number of my friends and now to me.
Dear Aunt Lil,
I am writing to you for a group of friends.
We usually don’t have a problem with letting people talk about themselves, to an extent, as many people often love to do this. What we are having trouble with is the one lady who seems to turn every single topic into something that pertains to her, her family, her health, her success, et al.
This is not new behavior, but it seems to have gained momentum. It is absolutely getting on our nerves.
When a family member is sick, the whole family is affected. And when the family member happens to be the family pet, it is not much easier.
Like humans, pets can suffer everything from common colds to cancer. You know when your pet has the sniffles, but how would you know that your pet has cancer, and how would you treat it?
A 26-year-old feline named Corduroy was named the current record holder. Corduroy was born Aug. 1, 1989. and grew up on a farm in Oregon.
The oldest cat ever recorded was a 38-year-cat named Creme Puff (Aug. 3, 1967-Aug. 6, 2005), according to the 2010 edition of Guinness World Records.
Remember life when you were a child? The wonder of awakening each morning in your warm cozy bed to the smell of frying bacon. There across the room, your clothes all perfectly matched up and laid out.
Someone made sure you brushed your teeth, tied your shoes and smoothed down that wild bedhead hair (yes, with the approved method of saliva on their palm prior to smoothing your fly away hair). They collected all of the things you would need for your day and drove you to wherever you needed to be at the appropriate time.
When my mother learned to cook, on a wood stove, most recipes were handed down from one generation to the next. And most recipes were not written down, but were stored in the cook’s brain.
If I had to do that, there would not be a column because I can’t cook without a recipe. Well, that is not exactly true, I do make a mean egg omelet from memory.
I knew John Pugh before he was a legend.
John died Sept. 10, 32 days from his 102nd birthday.
I grew up in the community where John had established an Esso service station and a heating oil distributorship. He was a self-made man, working a full-time job in a textile factory while building up his business.
I had known of him from early in my life but got to really know him as a young husband and father. In 1976, I was living in Greensboro when I took a job in Asheboro, near where I grew up. I knew that, with a family, I had to find a place to live close to my work.
Jerry and I always enjoy our visits to hip downtown Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada, but sometimes the oppressive gray skies looming over traffic-crowded streets cast our spirits down a bit.
The perfect tonic is for us to take a relaxed afternoon stroll through the perfect replica of a Ming Dynasty scholar’s garden in bustling Chinatown.
High-rise apartments tower in the background, but once you enter this classical Chinese garden, all is serene.