Notes from the Founders – Nov-Dec 2013


One of the most glorious messes in the world is the mess created in the living room on Christmas day. Don’t clean it up too quickly. ~Andy Rooney 

Easier said than done, right? The same could be said about letting that pile of dirty laundry wait while you cuddle with a stuffy nosed toddler or logging off of work emails long enough to eat dinner with your family. Who cares that the meal is ravioli?! That email can wait. Seriously! Unless you’re saving lives, there isn’t anything so important at 9pm that can’t wait until 8am the next day.

Five years ago, several thousand Wilson County residents were introduced to something new. Wilson Living Magazine hit stands on October 31, 2008. When we started, there wasn’t a single staff member in place. In fact, we were the staff, along with help from a few close friends and family. We also had no “inventory” as the magazine business calls stories in the pipeline that are ready to be published. A 48-page magazine needed to be produced in eight weeks to hit our deadline.

Talk about a challenge! But we soon had a terrific team assembled, and we did it, debuting what would become our annual holiday issue. An amazing group of editors and writers and artists and illustrators has been responsible for the last 31 issues.

In the last five years, we believe WLM has been lively, provocative, thoughtful, and a fierce example of how one community can offer so many examples of what the good life looks like.

Readers have responded resoundingly. We now get countless letters and emails, applauding what they like, castigating us (YES!) for what they don’t, most of them committed to being part of the journey no matter what. Judging by our increased circulation, readers have embraced both the new voices in the magazine and the seasoned ones.

There are some terrific stories in this issue, and we urge you to savor all of them, from Ken Beck’s feature on the “sweet” candy makers behind Walker Creek Confections in Watertown and Erin Brown’s showcase on Wilson County’s Most Stylish women, to Brody Kane’s look at his high school class (along with Friendship Christian, Lebanon and Mt. Juliet High School) 25 years after graduation.

And we can think of no more apt phrase to close on than the one offered by this issue’s Good Life writer, Amber Hurdle as she faced challenges before becoming one of the most respected names in Life and Professional Coaching, “I might not have had everything I wanted, but I had everything I needed because I had community.”

Until next time, keep reading!

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  • Angel Kane & Becky Andrews – Co-Editors
  • Erin Brown & Denise Moore – Advertising Consultants
  • Dan Kane Jana Pastors, Donna Neeley & Amy Rich – Photography
  • Donna Neeley – Creative Art Design & Production
  • Chris Smith, Carrie Tomlin, Mary Anne Ferrell – Advertising Design
  • Shelley Satterfield – Accounts
  • Ken Beck, Roy Harris, Stacey Meadows, Randy Rudder, Sue Siens, Tiffany Cunningham, Amelia Morrison Hipps, Dr. John Gallaher, Brody Kane, Yancey Belcher, Elizabeth Scruggs, Amber Hurdle & Erin Brown – Contributing Writers
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Current Edition’s Table Of Contents

 Nov / Dec 2013 Features

6       Notes From Founders

8       Sabrina Out On the Town

9       Calendar of Events

         Meet Your Neighbor
Watertown’s Candy Makers

         Special Feature
20     Where in the World is Christina?
22     Holiday Delights

         Spotlight On
The Art Mill – Mt Juliet

About Town
28     Teddy Bears Of Love

32     Hometown Heroes
         25 Years Later

         Around The Bend
36     Hartsville’s Goose Gala

         City Between the Lakes
Mt. Juliet’s Help Center

         Styles and Trends
An Interview with Locks and Lashes
42     Wilson County Style Stars

         Nov / Dec 2013 Features

         The Good Life
WLM Holiday Expo

         Living in the Moment
Chad’s Winter Wonderland

         Living in the Past
Cookies, Ornaments & Traditions

         Piece Of Good Life
69     Finding Purpose.. Behind the Eight Ball

ON THE COVER: This year commemorates the 30th anniversary of the acclaimed movie, A Christmas Story, based on the writings of humorist Jean Shepherd. Wilson Living Magazine is a proud sponsor of McClain Christian Academy’s Drama Club stage production of this Christmas classic.

A Christmas Story lovingly reminisces about a Christmaspast in the 1940’s with Ralphie, his family and friends. They pursue their Christmas dreams of the perfect turkey, ‘Fra-gee-lay’ leg lamps, and the ultimate gift, the official Red Ryder 200-Shot Carbine Action Range Model Air Rifle.

A perfect show for the whole family at the newly renovated Capitol Theatre on December 7th. Doors open at 6PM. For tickets call McClain Christian Academy’s Main Campus at 615-444-2678.

Front Cover Photo: Courtesy of MCA Images

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For a good cause

By Angel Kane

With the holidays soon approaching, I’ve been seriously considering starting a charity. It’s been on my mind a lot lately as I’ve noticed many who are in dire need of help. And this charity would be like none other!

Now, for starters my charity won’t be giving out books, blankets or baked goods. In fact, there are those of you who may scoff at my “so called” charity, but as I always say…or more to the point…sometimes say…or if I’m honest, for the first time today, am finally saying…to each his own!

So the spark was lit for my charitable organization over Labor Day while spending a long weekend at my brother’s home. Stumbling over Baby Einstein toys, my sister-in-law’s golden retriever and a stack of recyclable magazines, I found my way to the sofa on an early Saturday before anyone was awake. With a mug of organic coffee in one hand (I know! Can you say Generation Y!) and the remote in the other, I hit….Power.

Nothing, other than a blue screen. I hit Power and then On. Nada.

Power, On, Menu.


Power, On, Menu, On and then a few wacks on the sofa.


For the next hour I pushed every button on the television, the remote, as well as every other remote I could find, working myself into a frenzy having missed much of the Saturday Today Show.

My brother was the first to get up, probably because after an hour, I started texting him like only a sister can do “Get UPPPPPP!! Emergency! Emergency!!!”

“What’s the emergency?”, he said, like a guy who had heard his sister’s cries for several decades and guessed my 911 was either I needed shampoo or wanted him to run to the nearest grocery to get me real coffee.

“Don’t look at me like that. This one is for real. Your television won’t turn on. I tried everything. I even went upstairs and tried the television in the playroom. You need to call the cable company asap.

“You got me up at 7:30, on a Saturday, for that. I sometimes forget how much I hate  you. There is nothing wrong with the television, we gave up cable a month ago!”

“What? You gave up cable? Why, did you lose your job? Mom is going to kill you.”

“No, I didn’t lose my job! We decided television was taking up too much of our time. It  was bad for us.”

T.V. taking up too much time? T.V., bad? Immediately, I understood the code. WE had nothing to do with this. This had Erica written all over it.


The reason for the long haired golden retriever that keeps Brody sneezing and itching every time we visit.


The reason for the stacks of recyclable paper products, plastics and cans that cause my kids to second guess the Kane family mantra – We Don’t Recycle.


The reason for my constant weekend headaches caused by drinking her organic, caffeine free coffee-like substance she passes off as the real thing.

“Are you serious? What is wrong with you? What about your kids?”

“Erica says television shows just make you brain dead and they shouldn’t watch them. We read and play outside instead.”

And just like that I heard my calling. Erica and all the other Ericas of the world were slowly destroying the simple joys of life we were raised on. So for Christmas this year, my brother and his children will be the first recipients of my newly formed charity.

“I’m getting you cable for Christmas!” were the words I texted him the other day.

“Right, is that because it’s your turn to come down here for the holidays?”, he texted back.

Well, they do say charity starts at home…

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My Perfectly Perpendicular Box, oh how I missed you…

By Angel Kane

If you were to look up the word uptight in the dictionary, there by the definition would a photo of yours truly. And, in that picture, I’d be sitting in a perfectly proportioned square box.

Oh, how I love my box where everything is just how I like it. Nothing out of place, everything color coordinated in muted colors, elevator music playing in the background, putting on my comfy socks on a Friday night, right before sitting in my comfy chair with a good book beside it.

Being as uptight as I am (and proud of it) you can only imagine that when my someone tries to dismantle my box, I don’t take it well.

So a while back, Brody came up with the brilliant idea that I should apply for a spot in a local organization that does quite a lot of good for the community. He, himself, had participated in it years before, and he’d wanted me to join for some time. The organization, while a worthy one, required an overnight retreat of its members, where I would not know many of the other participants.

It also involved a bus ride, where it’s common knowledge, at the end of which you will be required to tell the entire class what you learned about your seat mate. It required a personality test where your entire personality is dissected and discussed. It required countless interactions, games and discussions with those I barely knew. And it required my sharing a room with someone I had never laid eyes on.

For many years, for these reasons alone, I said No way! That box sounded noisy, messy and way too close for comfort for me.

For one, when I’m on a bus or plane I read, I don’t talk, and just in case you try to engage me, immediately upon sitting down, I put on my earbuds and hoodie (the international language for “leave me alone”). I don’t need a personality test to tell me all the ways I’m controlling and crazed. And I don’t play games because I can think of 101 things I can clean with the time it takes to play an entire game of monopoly or bunco. (Plus the fact that when I have won, I have yet to win anything of substance.) But the number one thing I dislike more than any, any, anything, in this entire world, would be sharing a room (i.e. my box) with a complete stranger.

But for some reason I won’t ever be able to fully explain I finally agreed to attend. All I can think of is that there must have been a slight opening in that box due to the fact Becky had just finished asking me to drive to East Nashville with her to have our chakras read and while trying to wrap my head around that crazy thought, Brody had snuck in with this one, which on it’s face seemed less uncomfortable.

So last week, I did all sorts of things I never thought possible from my little box.

I made a new friend on a bus. It was slightly painful at first, mostly for her, because she seemed to be one of these people who can talk to anyone. I completed a personality test – that at the end of the day – found me to be judicious and competitive, which are nice words for controlled and crazy. And I played games which weren’t so bad except I missed every ball that was thrown at me, which tends to happen when your hands are crossed in front of you. But most importantly, I shared a room with a complete stranger and she didn’t kill me in my sleep nor did she steal from me.

My stranger roommate was very, very nice. A former model and diamond broker who now works for a local non-profit, she kept her side of the room neat and tidy, let me shower first and actually went to bed before I did. As potential psychotic roommates go, she was a good one, although the diamond broker M. O. had me worried there for a minute.

When I returned from the retreat, I was met by both Brody and Becky who seemed so very proud of me for stepping out of my box.

So much so, I found it quite annoying. “I’m not completely anti-social,” I told them both. “I talk to people every single day of my life and lots of people like me.” “Sure they do,” both said in unison while trying not to laugh. But I must say, that evening, upon returning home, there was nothing I wanted to do more than put on my comfy socks, sit in my comfy chair, and read about the virtues of properly aligning frames on a gallery wall. While that other box wasn’t as bad as expected, there is simply no place like home…especially when it’s a perfectly proportioned square box. To read more of Angel and Becky’s columns go to or

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