September, 2008
Do you know that the Publisher of this magazine is actually a Psychologist/Psychotherapist in disguise?
Do you know that Beth Snipes, the Publisher of this magazine, is actually a Psychologist/Psychotherapist in disguise? Or at least, that is her secondary occupation in life. Her primary occupation is Lee Magazine Publisher, photographer, wife, mother, sister, friend, fellow marzipan-eater. (Add the adjective “incredible” to all of those titles I just mentioned.) No, really she is!
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THE FABRIC OF LIFE 
She is small — small enough to make a playhouse of a quilt draping over a quilting frame. Webb, her constant companion, huddles with her, fenced in by the legs of the stitching ladies. The children play jacks. Little rocks stand in for the jacks, and a bigger rock for the ball. Webb, six months her junior, is Mozell’s nephew. Sometimes he thinks they’re twins. They might as well be. They share twins’ conspiracies, secrets, and hiding places. Every once in awhile, Mozell’s mother interrupts their
What's in your bag?
What do the purses say about the women of Countrywide Home Loans in Auburn? It may surprise you.
Time to shine!
Church potlucks affect me like a time machine. There’s a dizzying familiarity that subsides to a nostalgic “ahhh” that lasts all day. It happens even though the women rarely wear frilly aprons and never wrap their heads in kerchiefs like they did at my Grandma’s potlucks. The men at the functions I attend wash dishes or, glory be, cook! That was never the case when I was a child.
Made in the Shade
A neighbor walked me around her garden and observed, “This is what happens in a couple decades when a gardener keeps planting trees — they crowd each other out and block the sun.” Many women in my garden club have been in their homes for decades and have the same tale: their trees are mature and their garden is now 100% shade. They gave up on vegetables and sun lovers long ago.
True secrets of Motherhood
I really shouldn’t be writing this. I should be doing the laundry, making dinner, brushing out my daughter’s tangled web of hair, or helping my son fix the Captain Jack Sparrow action figure that he has ripped the arm off of for the fourth time.
The power of two
You want your child to succeed in school. You keep an eye on her homework. You make sure she eats breakfast. You have her well supplied with all necessary binders, folders, and pens. But there’s one more bit of preparation to complete: Making the teacher your ally.
Home sweet fitness
“I’ve fallen and I can’t get up!” If you’re a baby boomer like me, you’ll remember Mrs. Fletcher from the 1997 commercial. This unintentionally campy ad was hilarious when we were in our 30s. Now it’s not so funny. We may not fear falling, but we may feel winded climbing stairs and require rest and planning before feats of physical prowess — like gardening or playing with the kids.
The things we carry
If there is one thing I inherited from my mother, it’s a love of shopping. While I’m drooling over shoes or ogling clothing, Mom is yearning for purses — Dooney & Bourke, Betsey Johnson, Fendi — anything with a room-spinning, nausea-inducing price tag. Despite my tenuous budgeting skills, with money always spent before it’s earned, I cannot justify spending more money on a bag than I will ever carry in it. But who doesn’t love a new handbag, no matter the price?
