Michael Lee West

At Home with Michael Lee West

By TOMI L. WILEY

Michael Lee WestThe holiday season is traditionally a time for food and family (and sometimes preferably in that order), and for novelist, blogger and food-lover Michael Lee West, home is definitely where the heart is. And that is only one of the many reasons she spends so much time on her Lebanon farm crafting novels that reflect small town charm, character and the occasional ‘crazy lady’.

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Your Permanent Record

End of the year means lots of things to lots of people.

In the Kane household, it means…check ups. From the adults, to the kids, to the pets – everyone gets their annual physical right before the year ends.

And in our household, we are firm believers that doctors are on a need to know basis.

That’s because I have every intention that one of my children will one day be President. And as we all know, when that time comes their medical records become public.

If I were to allow their permanent record to reveal how much television they really watch – well – their candidacy would be toast!

So, as we enter the pediatrician’s office, I give each of them the eye. (My kids call it the crazy eye.)

After their doctor checks their ears, eyes, heart, weight and height – he sits down and brings out the dreaded chart. And his black pen.

“Let’s review a few things, shall we?”

“Neill, how much milk do you drink each day?”

What an amateur question, we have this one in the bag!

“I drink three glasses with each of my three hot meals!” (Bingo! My boy is soo getting a Sonic slush when we are done!)

“Zoe, how much television do you watch a day?”

My middle one turns to me and – dares  – to give ME the eye!  I wait with bated breath. She knows how important I consider this permanent record to be!

“We don’t watch television in our house, we read!” (And another slam dunk!! Thank you very much!)        

He continues…

“Madison, does your family have a fire escape plan?”

I look at her and see the fear in her eyes. A question we were completely unprepared for!

“Um….I don’t know – get out quickly!”

He shakes his head.

The middle one tries to come to her rescue, “Stop, drop and roll.”

Realizing this is also a wrong answer, the little one exclaims, “Save yourself first!”

Then, the so called doctor chuckles, writes in their permanent record, and turns to me, “Mom, you need to go home and make sure they know your fire escape plan.”

Crazy eyed – I see my puppet master dreams of running the White House going up in smoke!

Great – at 41 – I’m going to have to have another kid!

by Angel Kane

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Telling Tales – Your Permanent Record

End of the year means lots of things to lots of people.

In the Kane household, it means…check ups. From the adults, to the kids, to the pets – everyone gets their annual physical right before the year ends.

And in our household, we are firm believers that doctors are on a need to know basis.

That’s because I have every intention that one of my children will one day be President. And as we all know, when that time comes their medical records become public.

If I were to allow their permanent record to reveal how much television they really watch – well – their candidacy would be toast!

So, as we enter the pediatrician’s office, I give each of them the eye. (My kids call it the crazy eye.)

After their doctor checks their ears, eyes, heart, weight and height – he sits down and brings out the dreaded chart. And his black pen.

“Let’s review a few things, shall we?”

“Neill, how much milk do you drink each day?”

What an amateur question, we have this one in the bag!

“I drink three glasses with each of my three hot meals!” (Bingo! My boy is soo getting a Sonic slush when we are done!)

“Zoe, how much television do you watch a day?”

My middle one turns to me and – dares  – to give ME the eye!  I wait with bated breath. She knows how important I consider this permanent record to be!

“We don’t watch television in our house, we read!” (And another slam dunk!! Thank you very much!)        

He continues…

“Madison, does your family have a fire escape plan?”

I look at her and see the fear in her eyes. A question we were completely unprepared for!

“Um….I don’t know – get out quickly!”

He shakes his head.

The middle one tries to come to her rescue, “Stop, drop and roll.”

Realizing this is also a wrong answer, the little one exclaims, “Save yourself first!”

Then, the so called doctor chuckles, writes in their permanent record, and turns to me, “Mom, you need to go home and make sure they know your fire escape plan.”

Crazy eyed – I see my puppet master dreams of running the White House going up in smoke!

Great – at 41 – I’m going to have to have another kid!

by Angel Kane

 

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Tracy Lawrence Wears Lots of Hats

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Tracy Lawrence almost went to college to be a youth minister. Instead, he came to Nashville and became an overnight singing star with country music radio his pulpit.

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Notes from the Founders – Jan Feb 2012

We are at the beginning of a new year which can be very symbolic. It’s like you’re given a fresh start. The slate is clean and this is the year to complete a project, start a new job or lose weight!WLM - Angel & Becky

Wilson Living contributor, Roy Harris gives us a guideline of how we can use our time wisely in 2012 in his piece, ‘Tag You’re It’. We won’t give away details but most of our staff has already started following Roy’s advice on making 2012 the best year yet!

If you have a New Year’s resolution to lose weight (and honestly, who doesn’t!), check out Style and Trends Editor, Erin Brown’s suggestions for cool workout gear that will keep you stylin’ while you sweat. Erin gives excellent advice. Would you like more attention from Erin? You can get information on her personal styling services by emailing erin@ wilsonlivingmagazine.com.

(FYI-If you haven’t checked out Dreams Boutique located on the Lebanon Square, you’ll want to stop in to pick up pieces of their ultra-cool workout line Marika. Let’s face it, when you look good, the gym can be a little more bearable.)

As some of us prepare to start a new diet plan, this may not be the best time to bring up our Food section. ‘Dining with Doc’ gives us his review of another fabulous local eatery you might not know about.

As the New Year starts, we want you to own 2012! Shake things up! Complete that to-do list, take a class, play board games with the kids, give more (time, money, resources) to those less fortunate, take your children to help at Joseph’s Storehouse or the Nashville Rescue Mission. James Cash Penny, the founder of JC Penny Department Store said it best, “How can we expect our children to know and experience the joy of giving unless we teach them that the greater pleasure in life lies in the art of giving rather than receiving.” Let’s carry that spirit of giving and volunteering into 2012

Until next time, keep reading!!

Angel Kane
Becky Andrews

Email Angel at angel@wilsonlivingmagazine.com or Becky at becky@wilsonlivingmagazine.com

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Contents – Jan Feb 2012

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Jan / Feb 2012 Features
 

6      Notes From the Founders

8      Calendar of Events
    
        Meet Your Neighbor
10   
Tracy Lawrence wears lots of hats
      
        Business & Industry 
18    Three hometown entrepreneurs join forces

        Arts & Entertainment
20    God’s children move in musical ways

        Tennessee Backroads
26    
A Stitch in Time

30     Styles & Trends
32    
3 Simple Steps to a Better You
      
       
        

Jan / Feb 2012 Features

        Telling Tales
34
   Mid Life Prices

        Dining
36    Tully’s Bistro
    
        Pay It Forward
38    Making a Fresh Start

        Reflections
44
   Tag, you’re it!   

        The Good Life
46
    At Home with Michael Lee West
         

ON THE COVER

For the sixth year in a row, Tracy Lawrence led a big crew of volunteers in the Mission Possible Turkey Fry, which feeds thousands of folks at Nashville Rescue Mission as well as hundreds in Wilson County.  See Page 10

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Telling Tales – A Christmas Interpretation

T’was the night before Christmas and all through the house

Not a gift had been purchased without the click of a mouse.

The stockings sat upright on the living room floor,

No chimney meant Santa would be using the door.

The children complained about going to bed

And because the XBOX controller batteries were dead!

Mom and Dad in work clothes, trying to wrap

 

Not believing that once again, they bought all of this crap

2011 was a tough year for most

That American Dream seemed to be toast.

Unemployment was high and moral low

Home values were falling, instead of the snow

But along comes Christmas and with it brings hope

That things will get better, and somehow we cope

So back to my story about Christmas Eve

I promise it gets better so please don’t leave

So around 2am we heard a loud clatter,

Unless the house was on fire I say it didn’t matter.

But dad got up just to be sure

How much more of this season could he possibly endure?

The gifts and parties and store after store

The happiest season had turned to a bore.

When he rounded the corner he saw the living room tree

But you’ll never guess what else he did see.

It was a jolly old man in typical dress

Eating the cookies and making a mess

“Am I dreaming?” he thought but just couldn’t move

He was the only one watching, so this would be tough to prove.

The jolly old Santa he wrote letters to

Asking him for Tonka, Star Wars and super gross Goo

He’d given up on Santa a long time ago.

But now his Christmas spirit was starting to grow

Of course he was dreaming and woke up just in time

To see the kids wrestling and laughing, that dream was a sign.

So please give up worry and keep fighting the good fight.
“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good-night.”

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Telling Tales – In the beginning there were no sleepovers

In the beginning, there were no sleepovers…

When birthday time rolls around for my boy’s one item always listed on their celebration itinerary is ‘sleepover’. We host sleepovers throughout the year but the birthday sleepover is different. Instead of one friend, there could be 5, 6, 7 or 8. Eight was the magic number this year for my youngest child’s birthday soiree. An event of this magnitude is as elusive as Bigfoot to the adolescent. Parents know what goes down at these things. No matter how fun the party, kids just want to stay up all night.

So armed with only pizza, juice boxes, XBOX360 and our wits, my husband and I were ready.

The drop off…

There are three types of parents when it comes to a sleepover.  The concerned, ‘are you sure about this’ parent.  This is the same parent pulling away in their car when asking that question. Then there’s the, ‘No take back, who cares if you changed your mind, we’ve already made plans for a date night and nobody is going to keep us from a dinner out where no one spills juice or milk’ parent.  And lastly, the,  ‘Now if he gets scared in the middle of the night, forget my name, forget my number, forget me. He can wait until the morning’ parent. 

When all the boys arrived, we started to get concerned. The adult to child ratio was 2-8. Because of the power shift, we did what any normal parent would do- deleted ‘Lord of the Flies’ from the DVR and braced for a long night.

It begins…

My boys speak in two volumes- mumble and ear-splitting. The mumble is reserved for answering questions about homework, cleaning rooms or brushing teeth. And when you add 6 additional children to that equation you get a noise factor only compared to the background music at Abercrombie & Fitch during the holiday shopping season.  At 11pm after countless rounds of ‘nerf gun war’, wrestling and XBOX, it was time to quiet the troops. At 11:30 it was time to give the troops a reminder.  At 1am, they got their 3rd ‘reminder’. At 2am it was my husband’s turn. When he didn’t return after 5 minutes and the kids were still as loud as ever I went in as back up.

Every light was on upstairs. It seems our reminders only fed their need to stay up and make us crazy. When I walked into my oldest child’s room, my husband was standing there with a look of both fear and disbelief on his face. Then I noticed what he was looking at. Candy wrappers as far as the eye could see. And in the middle of all that garbage, a very large and now, empty candy jar. The candy jar that was full of kit kats, Snickers and Hershey kisses up until this sleepover. When we asked who ate the candy and took the candy jar out of the playroom, they all stood there, chocolate covering their mouths (and my furniture!) with a look of glazed over confusion. Like a person looks when leaving a casino after 18 hours at the slot machine.  But No one did it? You gotta love that about boys. They weren’t giving up a friend. 

By 4am all was quiet. At 6:30am it started again. The noise, the running, playing, shouting, and laughing. My husband and I looked at each other in the way we did when our boys were newborns. So we did what we did back then… We made coffee and made a note to schedule a vasectomy.

The last child was picked up at noon. We shut the door to our last guest and looked at each other the way we did the last time we hosted a big sleepover. And repeated to our children what we said back then… “You’re both grounded, go to your room!”

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