tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66473404845474838362012-02-01T02:27:38.669-05:00Voicing Thoughts on Life, Home, Career, and RelationshipsSue Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04488546467579831710noreply@blogger.comBlogger921100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647340484547483836.post-72046251077894638422011-09-17T11:02:00.000-04:002011-09-17T11:02:09.109-04:00

I've have the pleasure of knowing many people who have many successful, happy relationships in their lives. Whether it's a long and happy marriage, friendships that have endured time and tribulation, or family bonds that go beyond blood, there's one common theme in these relationships: Acceptance. It sounds so simple, but a person's willingness to accept another is the key to an enduring

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Working at a radio station, I've been a part of many on air contests and promotions that give away desirable prizes, but none gain quite the attention--good and bad, as a contest the gives away a prize that kids or teens want to win, or worse, that a parent wants their kids to have. I'm a mom. So I totally get wanting to get that gift that your kid is totally into. I went through the phases of

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I've read the speech I've included below before and have always loved it. Although it was suppose to be advice for graduates, I believe it is wonderful advice that any of us can use, at any age. There is much speculation on where it came from. It has been attributed to Kurt Vonnegut, Jr. According to Snopes.com, that is incorrect. This, like many mis-attributed graduation speeches that roll

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It’s everywhere. Not a day goes by that don’t you hear that someone you work with, some friend of yours or their family, or even someone famous in the news has cancer. You read stats in magazines, newspapers and online. And everywhere you hear commercials for new medicines and hospitals that specialize in treatment. Still, you just never feel like it can happen to YOU. So when you or someone

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"Little Darlin' I feel that ice is slowly melting. Little darlin', it seems like years since it's been clear." ~George Harrison Yeah Darlins',it HAS been a long, cold, snowy winter. And at about this time every year (as February draws to a close) I feel like I am at the end of my winter rope. Is that I am getting older? Is it the lack of sun? Is it really that this has been one of the snowier

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Every article I've ready lately gives one reason after another why you should not make a new year's resolution. By a wide margin, the experts say, resolutions don't work, as many people who have that first cigarette after they resolve to quit smoking, or skipped several days at the gym think that because they've slipped up they have "broken" their resolution they might as well just give up. I am

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I woke up Thanksgiving Morning to the sound of a hard rain on my roof. I pondered the fact that it is Thanksgiving, and although I know I have much to be thankful for, I admit I am sometimes guilty of not keeping that fact top of mind. Alone in the house, I began to focus on that. I missed my girls, I reflected on past Thanksgivings with a full house--and felt sadness that the holidays have not

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I am a big believer in karma. There have been times when I have witnessed something that seems so wrong or unfair, that the only way I can justify it's senselessness is that somewhere down the road there will be knowledge gained or lessons learned for a person, a family, a community or a world that can make the injustice make more sense. I am also a believer in the Universal Law of Attraction.

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I’m happy Election Day is almost here. Not because I am looking forward to exercising my right to vote…but because I am tired of the mud-slinging and overall negativity that has completely overtaken my world. My mailbox is overflowing with junk mail that gets straight into the recycle bin. TV is unwatchable, and my email is full of political spam. The only thing presented is how terrible the “

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“I never thought I would be single at my age” Most of us 40 to 50 something singles probably feel this way. If you never married you wonder how time got away. If you are divorced, you really did believe the “until death do us part” line when you said it. And if you are widowed, you didn’t expect death to “part you” this young. No one thinks it will be their family affected by cancer,

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I just love music. I'm not a musician or a song writer, but I feel I have the heart and soul of one because I there are times I can just FEEL a song so deeply. Since I was young I have always found that a song that could somehow express what I couldn't to describe where I was in my life. And sometimes no lyrics are needed to soothe my soul. Man...there's nothing like a sweet, soulful guitar riff.

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I think of myself as an optimist. I really do view life with a glass half-full perspective, and sometimes that view, in hindsight might make it seem as though I view the world through rose-colored glasses. Which may be why I thought, no, I was SURE LeBron was staying. I didn't think he'd stay over the money, hell, he'd make tons no matter where he went. I figured he'd stay because it was about

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I'm a new grandma. I thought when I said those words I'd be, well...old! Or at least older. Although I guess I need to face the fact that 50 isn't exactly young, it always seemed to me that the term grandma should apply to someone much older than me. But here I am, a grandma, and so far, it's pretty cool. I've heard many say that one of the great things about being a grandparent is that you get

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We received a really nice note from a listener and I wanted to share it. It is from Brittany Elaine Weichmann. "I listen to you two every morning =) On my drive to Bay Village from Cuyahoga Falls. This evening on my drive home, you were talking about Mother Theresa quotes and here is one of my favorites from her on "Life" Life is an opportunity, benefit from it. Life is beauty, admire it. Life

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1. I think part of a best friend's job should be to immediately clear your computer history if you die. 2. Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you realize you're wrong. 3. I totally take back all those times I didn't want to nap when I was younger. 4. There is great need for a sarcasm font. 5 How the heck are you supposed to fold a fitted sheet? 6. Was learning

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Last Friday night, Dawn Marie Wilson (no relation to me) was enjoying herself at the Miranda Lambert concert at the Akron Civic Theater. Her leather Dale Earnhardt Jr jacket was draped over the back of her seat for most of the show. After the encore, she reached back to put it on, and it was gone. She was devastated. The jacket, she told me in an email sent the following morning, was not really

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There's no handbook. Parenting is a learn-as-you-go process, with much of what you start out doing (for the good or the bad) is what your parents did. Or, much of what you swear you won't do as a parent is from those same experiences. Parenthood changes you. From the minute that baby is placed into your arms, nothing is ever the same again. You are completely and totally responsible for another

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I really don't want to sound negative when I say I don't like Spring. Especially when those around me are acting like giddy school-children on these rare sunny, pleasant days we've been having around here lately. Me? I'm just being a realist. Or maybe I should say a cautious optimist. I've lived in this part of the country my whole life, and like Lucy pulling the ball away from Charlie Brown, I'm

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I caught up with my best friend from childhood today. She lives in Boulder and although we don't talk but a few times a year, once we do it's like no time has passed at all. I love having a friend like that. We talked about the things we are involved with, and how both of us as we get older, find ourselves wanting to do things that make a difference in areas we believe in, but that in making any

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Last year, I decided to give up meat for Lent. This February marks one year of my being meat-free. I admit, because I was never a big meat-eater (I mostly ate chicken and an occasional hamburger) I didn't think it would be that difficult. It was, actually, tougher than I thought. Anytime you tell yourself you CAN'T have something, of course, makes you want it more. I've been craving a Swenson's

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I recall a piece of advice my mom gave me years ago, when I was in elementary school. After a crackdown on note writing in class where teachers would catch note passers and read notes aloud she said "don't ever write anything down on a piece of paper you wouldn't want read in front of the whole class." In this age of e-Communication, "don't write anything you wouldn't want read in front of the

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If you live, have worked or driven through the West Market Street corridor in Akron, between West Point Market and Acme over the years, you've probably noticed the long strands of twinkling lights that adorn the Akron Radio Center every holiday season.Those 5,000 bulbs strung diagonally 3 stories high in the shape of a tree, with the beautiful star on top is more than just a festive annual

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I found the following article, from The London Telegraph newspaper interesting and wanted to share the story. The author examined how the Internet has changed the way we work, play and even think. "Tasks that once took days can be completed in seconds, while traditions and skills that emerged over centuries have been made all but redundant," writes reporter Matthew Moore.Here is his list of the

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In the summer of 2007, my sister and her husband, Martha and Dan Mosher hired a delivery person to deliver products to hospitals for their company Mosher Medical. Alan Watt has proven to be an excellent employee with his attention to detail and strong work ethic. He never complains, even when the deliveries take him late into the evening driving through a Northeastern Ohio snowstorm. He's one of

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President Barack Obama won the Nobel Peace Prize, it was announced this past Friday, for "his extraordinary efforts to strengthen international diplomacy and cooperation between peoples," the Norwegian Nobel Committee said. From the reaction of so many, you'd think it was a "war" prize. It is troubling to me to hear the outcry of the critics of this decision, not because I think the President was

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You've probably heard stories of demanding, ego-maniacal superstars. You know the type. They want caviar and champagne and only the green M&M's in their dressing room. They treat fans, agents and stage crew alike with disdain. Especially prevalent are the young female stars like Lindsey Lohan or Brittany Spears who party all the time and end up in rehab. Maybe that's why it's especially cool that

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I said I’d never do it. I’d never get a Blackberry. Cell phones can be enough of a distraction, but a device that gets calls, texts, Internet access and emails from both home and work? No way. I was afraid I’d become like so many around me, checking email constantly. Hearing that “bloop” sound that notifies them of a text or an email from one of 2, 3 or more accounts. My sister said that since

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Scott and I received an email to the Wynn and Wilson Morning Show recently. It was from a loyal listener, who was also a police officer, and he was troubled by what he perceived to be "pot shots" that had been taken at police officers on our show. The subjects of the incidents he was referring to were controversial news stories involving police officers pulling people over and/or making a

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After years in management, I've encountered many situations where one employee comes to me with an issue with another. When I listen to one side of the story, it seems like there is no other view and I understand completely why they are upset. Then, thinking I know the entire story, I sit down with the other person, and wow, amazing how there are two sides to every story.I've tried to use this

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Anyone who knows me knows I have a heart for animals. And while I am partial to dogs, my respect for living creatures goes beyond the pets we've had in our home over the years. I am blown away by things I've learned about the innate sensibilities of so many animals I've seen on various Nature Channel programs. From the long-lived family loyalty of the elephant, to the "mate for life" philosophy

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"Someday you'll understand. Someday, when you have kids of your own". I remember hearing those words from my mom. And I remember the first time the revelation hit me that she was right. It was one of those times when my daughter asked me if she could go somewhere and do something I just didn't feel good about. I don't remember the exact circumstance, but I remember the feeling. I said "no" and

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Last night I was reminded (once again) of just one of the many reasons I love my hometown. An evening spent at the Northside listening to live music from a great band reminded me of the rich music heritage that exists in our little corner of the the Akron/Kent/Cleveland world. I grew up here, and like many of my friends, have gone through stages of lovin' it and wanting to move. Although I admit

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I have never doubted my faith. Raised in a traditional Catholic family by parents who lived what they believed, I always knew there was a God. As I got older, I went through the phases most of us go through. Questioning the doctrine, or what I perceived to the "rules and regulations" that made up the Catholic Church. In college, and in my young adult life, I went from trying various churches and

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Although my husband's been gone for almost 7 years this June, I still have such intense flashes of grief at the most inopportune times, they almost knock me over. The pain is so deep it feels as if it happened just yesterday. How can this wound feel so fresh sometimes? Am I insane? Geesh...it's been 7 years! I should be over it. Move on girl! These are the things I tell myself. It is because of

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The lousy economic news hit a little closer to home recently, as one of my colleagues lost his job, and another good friend and her husband lost their home. I can't help but ponder the unfairness of all this as I think about how those AIG Execs are probably sitting around planning how to spend their bonuses. And the really frightening thing is that no one, not the IRS or even the President of the

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I recently returned from the Country Radio Seminar held annually in Nashville, Tennessee. CRS (as it is called) is 3 days of seminars and networking with other radio and music industry professionals. But the highlight for so many attendees is the opportunity to witness incredible musical showcases. The record companies are able to introduce the radio the rising stars in country music, as well us

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Can a change of physical space really change our mood, our outlook and perception of a situation...in effect: our attitude?I admit that while I am a normally a person with an overall sunny disposition, the gray skies of Northeast Ohio this winter has been especially trying on me. I can take the cold. But I can't get used to day after day of gray. However, I know that a positive attitude is

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If you can find a silver lining in the clouds of our long cold snowy winter, it would be that there is some sense of unity that forms in our collective misery. On my drive home during the big 24 hour snowfall this past week, I saw a number of examples of this. I saw cars stuck in driveways or parking lots and neighbors or even strangers helping out. We live in Northeast Ohio and we all have the

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I had another one of those moments. You know, the ones. You feel like you've had an epiphany, and you swear you'll keep that feeling, and learn from it and be forever changed. Until life gets in the way and that feeling slowly drifts away, and you go back to the day-to-day.It happened on my getaway weekend to Florida. While enjoying time with my family, feeling the warmth of the sun on my face

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Over the last couple of days I've caught a lot of those "top stories of the year" type of programs. Yep...the reviews are in...and the news is not good. The financial industry, the housing market, the automakers, the nation's retailers and the average Joe would agree that the economy is in the tanker. The wars in Iraq and Afghanistan continue, while other pockets of chaos keep popping up daily in

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Have we lost our minds?When I'm dealing with my own finances, I know my shortcomings. Because I'm no financial expert, I go to people who I know are. I read books by Dave Ramsey and Suzy Orman. I use the services of an advisor. I look at how people who are successful in life and in business and I emulate them. So, why can't the auto industry do the same?Toyota and Honda have a business model that

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Last weekend, I was decorating my house trying to get into the Holiday spirit, but I found myself feeling a little blue. I understand that the holidays can intensify feelings of loss and lonliness, and that for many people, feeling sad is normal at this time of the year. For me, the realization that my husband and both my parents are gone, and my girls are away from home hit me hard and had me

Sue Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04488546467579831710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647340484547483836.post-54932232772380479002008-11-09T12:32:00.005-05:002008-11-09T14:44:45.226-05:00

For days, weeks, even months I've been anticipating with cautious optimism, the impending date of my 50th birthday. I anticipated that I might feel any number of emotions as this day capped a year of life-changing events including my new status as an empty-nester, my mom's passing, and new responsibilities at work. As I sit here pondering the significance of this new milestone, I think of the

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If you're like me, you often complain about not having enough hours in a day. So in this hectic, time-starved world world we live in, today should have felt like a real gift; because today we turned our clocks back and miraculously picked up one extra hour. How did you spend your time? Perhaps you slept in a little longer, or did a few more things around the house. Or, maybe you forgot about the

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My daughter Laura came home the other night; another all-too-brief visit from college. She was frustrated at a poor grade she received on an English paper, and crumpled under a blanket on the couch admitting "college is a lot harder than I thought it would be".In my effort to make her feel better, I began my "momisms", which, I just can't help, and I start to share some of my own transition

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Why did that chicken really cross the road?BARACK OBAMA: The chicken crossed the road because it was time for a change! The chicken wanted change!JOHN MC CAIN: My friends that chicken crossed the road because he recognized the need to engage in cooperation and dialogue with all the chickens on the other side of the road. HILLARY CLINTON: When I was First Lady, I personally helped that little

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It's amazing to think that because one man and one woman fell in love, a family legacy was born. I treasure and honor the memory of my Mom and Dad, Ralph and Theresa Wilson, and my amazing family. It is incredible that in her lifetime, and in mine, a disease that many of us had never heard of is now approaching epidemic proportions.A few short weeks ago, Theresa Wilson passed away from

Sue Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04488546467579831710noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647340484547483836.post-57375366803179163102008-09-07T20:47:00.006-04:002008-09-07T23:20:11.957-04:00

My beautiful, gentle mother, Theresa, was released from the bondage of Alzheimer’s disease Friday afternoon, Sept 5th, 2008. Although the worst of her suffering occurred during the end-stage, in hindsight, from the first symptoms until her death she probably had the disease for at least 8 years. This is consistent with what research shows about the disease, that from onset to death, the average

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Some people, maybe most people I know, hate change. I know that change can often be inconvenient, uncomfortable and even sad...but hating it is futile because that is one of the few things we can truly count on happening in our lives.Change. I've had a great deal of it these last several years. A new life as a single mom, a new home, new job and changes within that job. And while some of these

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Email. One of the greatest inventions of all time? Or the end of communication as we once knew it? I could argue points either way. For the most part, I'm a fan of email. On a business level, I can accomplish a great deal quite efficiently by responding more expediently to people by getting right to the point, especially when some just have a quick question. I admit that sometimes I don't call

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I watched a TV show last night where the lead character woke up after 6 years in a coma. Not only did he have almost perfect recall of what happened before he fell asleep, he also woke up with extra sensory perception, as a part of his brain never tapped into had been somehow stimulated. Although that part made for the main storyline...I was lost in the what happened during the six years he was

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It's no secret to those who know me that I love animals... especially dogs. I'm a strong believer that children and animals need our special protection because they have no voice of their own. They enter the world completely full of trust and can be molded and affected completely by those who have the power to do so. And if put into the wrong hands whether through cruelty or ignorance, that

Sue Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04488546467579831710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647340484547483836.post-24500868650045920042008-05-16T14:00:00.004-04:002008-05-16T15:43:43.014-04:00

My youngest daughter is going to prom tonight. And, she graduates from high school in 2 weeks. I was telling my friend Shannon it feels kind of strange to know I've bought my last prom/homecoming high school dance dress. She asked me if I felt sad. I pondered that for a moment. Not exactly sad; but I do feel something that is somewhat hard to explain. A mix pride and relief.The relief is that I

Sue Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04488546467579831710noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647340484547483836.post-65216587325957636692008-05-11T09:53:00.002-04:002008-05-16T13:59:58.250-04:00

In honor of Mother's Day, here are a few great quotes from some pretty smart women.If you bungle raising your children, I don't think whatever else you do well matters very much.-- Jacqueline Bouvier Kennedy Onassis A mother's arms are more comforting than anyone else's.-- Princess Diana A mother is a person who seeing there are only four pieces of pie for five people, promptly announces she

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Today I attended the "Go Red For Women" luncheon to benefit the American Heart Association. I've sat through a number of these types of charity luncheons over the years, and I must admit, I have found myself looking at my watch and zoning out while presentations and less than exciting speeches are made. Not today. The food, provided by the Hilton Fairlawn was delicious and appropriately

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Randy Pausch is a 47-year-old computer-science professor at Carnegie Mellon University who was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. In September, Pausch said goodbye to his students at with one last lecture called "How to Live Your Childhood Dreams." Millions of people have seen all or part of Randy’s “Last Lecture” on either You Tube or the April 9th ABC special that ran on this incredible man.

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(This is Part One in a series on people I know who inspire. People who’ve taken the lemons life handed them and with them, made lemonade.)One of the qualities I admire most in a person is an ability to take a bad situation or circumstance, learn from it, and turn it into something positive. For those currently experiencing a crisis, this may seem like an annoyingly Pollyanna viewpoint. However, I

Sue Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04488546467579831710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647340484547483836.post-89369585679110161972008-04-07T10:40:00.004-04:002008-04-07T10:51:03.130-04:00

A lot of people think that once an artist gets a record deal, they immediately become stars. In fact, the percentage of artists that record a song on a national label that becomes a hit is actually quite low. As listeners, we turn on the radio and hear a song we like, not realizing the blood, sweat, tears, time, and money that went into getting that song on the radio. One of the things newly

Sue Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04488546467579831710noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647340484547483836.post-41169599215905750972008-03-27T17:56:00.006-04:002008-09-22T18:14:01.181-04:00

I've been single for 5 years now. I've gone on a lot of dates, met some terrific people, made some great friends, and have even fallen in love once. These experiences have been enlightening, and have taught me not only what I want, but more importantly, what I don’t want out of love, life and a long-term relationship should I ever decide to share my life with someone again. During this time,

Sue Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04488546467579831710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647340484547483836.post-21142676764690099472008-03-23T10:30:00.002-04:002008-03-23T23:52:19.921-04:00

Although New Year’s Day is the first holiday of the year, because it follows Christmas and is in the dead of winter, to me it never really felt like the new beginning it was suppose to. I was never much of a new year’s resolution person anyway, so to me it was the day to clean up after the old year!Easter Sunday, however, represents New Beginnings to me. To Christian Believers, Easter Sunday is

Sue Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04488546467579831710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647340484547483836.post-63357346508283975412008-03-11T21:56:00.002-04:002008-03-11T21:58:14.019-04:00

We all have a "how I survived the snowstorm of '08 story". Yours may involve a stranger lending a hand…or a shovel. Or, maybe you were one of the many stranded at an airport, or on the road. My story began as a business trip last Tuesday. WQMX morning show co-host Shannon Alexander and I were set to leave for Nashville for the Country Radio Seminar (CRS); a 4 day convention. CRS was to kick off

Sue Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04488546467579831710noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647340484547483836.post-40686831172396014992008-02-29T10:54:00.001-05:002008-02-29T10:54:52.133-05:00

Ok. fair is fair. I posted the 10 Things A Guy Should Never Say To A Woman, so it's only right to post a follow-up. Freelance writer Craig Playstead put this list together, pointing out that although guys are guitly of saying things they shouldn't, it's time we ladies knew there are a few things that won't score us any points with the man in our life. For the most part, men an open book, but

Sue Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04488546467579831710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647340484547483836.post-1872621017259161372008-02-26T19:25:00.002-05:002008-02-26T19:26:28.360-05:00

I didn't write this. But I am doing a public service to all men by sharing it! My good friend and boss Nick Anthony always asks: "Do you want to be right or do you want to be happy?" By following author Jessica Murphy's advice, you may not be right, but you're bound to be happier!It's true: Some comments are better left unsaid. But as a sophisticated man of the 21st century, you already know

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It's Valentine's night, and I'm propped in my queen sized bed with my trusty laptop and loyal dogs lying comfortably around me. Last night at this time, I was in the same spot, dreading the day that stretched before me: Valentine's Day, a day for lovers, a day single people like me dreaded. I didn't always feel this way about Valentine's Day. I used to love it. I used to be the recipient of

Sue Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04488546467579831710noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647340484547483836.post-26474980054229697242008-02-09T07:52:00.000-05:002008-02-09T08:03:51.329-05:00

I received a number of emails and more than a few humorous stories in response to my Wacky World Of Online Dating blog from a couple weeks back. I heard mostly from men, who, I suspect, wanted to point out that it's not just men who give not-so-good first impressions. So, I thought I'd share a few of the stories. Sam (I've changed the names to protect the innocent) told me he had more than his

Sue Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04488546467579831710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647340484547483836.post-92116491864700119752008-01-20T09:30:00.000-05:002008-01-20T14:25:11.962-05:00

This past November, two women I know lost their husbands unexpectedly. At a time when most people were making arrangements for Thanksgiving and Christmas; diving into the season of shopping, food and family, these two women were making different arrangements; diving into a difficult season filled with grief, not joy. Having lost my husband 5 years ago, my heart aches when I hear of the death of

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Two years into what I now call my second life (my single life), I was walking in the park with my girlfriend chatting about work, family and life in general. Eventually the conversation turned to my love life…or lack thereof. “Are you dating yet?” she asked.“I go out.” I said. “I have some good male friends. I’ve had a few fix-ups, but no one special.”I then lamented that it’s much more

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I won’t pretend I understand the political implications of the assassination of Benazir Bhutto. In death she is being remembered mostly for her positive attributes, but I’ve read enough to know that her reign as Prime Minister of Pakistan was flawed with accusations of corruption, which is why she fled the country and lived in exile for several years. As much as as I read for and against her,

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Every so often, God taps me on the shoulder and in His own gentle way says, "Snap out of it!" That's what has happened to me (twice) in the past few weeks. Like many people this time of year, I've been feeling a little down this holiday season. Since I was a little girl, I've always loved Christmas time. In my selective memory, I recall lots of laughter, good food, and outdoor fun in the snow and

Sue Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04488546467579831710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647340484547483836.post-44437494921839677782007-12-12T00:17:00.001-05:002007-12-12T10:19:27.572-05:00

I normally don't get too political in my writings, but I'm really upset by our President's proposed plan to bail out strapped homeowners facing foreclosure.I thought that the Republican Party was suppose to be the party that believed in corporate and personal decision making as a means for fostering economic growth. I thought they favored policies that limited government regulation and intrusion

Sue Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04488546467579831710noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647340484547483836.post-60698514555416415322007-12-06T22:45:00.000-05:002007-12-06T22:47:24.254-05:00

From Men's Health Magazine: author By Denny WatkinsWe've been told that the only sure things are death and taxes. But just as creative accountants have helped many men triumph over their 1040s, we can help you outrun the reaper. Maybe it's a game you can't ultimately win. But by following these 50 tips, you sure as hell can send it into overtime. 1. Drink at Least Five 8-ounce Glasses of Water a

Sue Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04488546467579831710noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647340484547483836.post-88391877956621294682007-12-01T15:19:00.001-05:002007-12-01T15:20:47.442-05:00

If you live, have worked or driven through the West Market Street corrider in Akron, Ohio, between West Point Market and Acme over the years, you've probably noticed the long strands of twinkling lights that adorn the Akron Radio Center every holiday season. Those 5,000 bulbs strung diagonally 3 stories high in the shape of a tree, with the beautiful star on top is more than just a festive annual

Sue Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04488546467579831710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647340484547483836.post-52033349692627741242007-11-22T11:02:00.000-05:002007-11-22T11:04:19.615-05:00

Last night, as I was laying in my bed Thanksgiving Eve, I felt a sense of comfort. A cold rain was beating down on the roof, but I was cozy and warm in my bed under the greatest invention in the world: the electric blanket. In their rooms, my two daughters were warm and cozy in their beds. And in each of the three bedrooms were one of our 3 dogs: Ringo laying on the comforter at end of Elise's

Sue Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04488546467579831710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647340484547483836.post-27492407366834551832007-11-17T13:58:00.000-05:002007-11-20T12:45:52.200-05:00

Into every life a little rain must fall. And I’ve had my share of thunderstorms. When I was in high school and experienced my first broken heart, I thought I could never feel such pain. But I learned quickly that hearts do heal, and soon became an expert in giving advice on how to get over a lost love and move on. Of course it’s always easier to give advice than follow your own when you are going

Sue Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04488546467579831710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647340484547483836.post-44235684213394632952007-11-13T13:58:00.004-05:002011-09-17T10:29:49.798-04:00

I've have the pleasure of knowing many people who have many successful, happy relationships in their lives. Whether it's a long and happy marriage, friendships that have endured time and tribulation, or family bonds that go beyond blood, there's one common theme in these relationships: Acceptance. It sounds so simple, but a person's willingness to accept another is the key to an enduring

Sue Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04488546467579831710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647340484547483836.post-59715804747974945202007-11-13T13:58:00.003-05:002007-11-20T09:02:17.029-05:00

Although verbal communication has never been a problem for me, I've always been able to better express myself when I put my thoughts into words on paper (or on the computer screen as the case may be). Like Carrie from Sex In the City…it seems like whenever I'm struggling, philosophizing or working through something in my head about something….I start writing about it. Journaling has been

Sue Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04488546467579831710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647340484547483836.post-80726545870667770912007-11-13T13:58:00.002-05:002007-11-20T12:19:15.132-05:00

Uh…no…that's "Blogging".Remember the character of Roseanne Rosanna Dana on Saturday Night Live? She'd do a commentary bit on the "news" and opine on some issue that upset her. She'd go on and on complaining only to find out she got the word wrong…making her whole diatrab meaningless...and then she'd say…. "Never mind".That's how I felt when I realized I was wrong about "blogging" being the same

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The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers. We have wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less. We buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but

Sue Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04488546467579831710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647340484547483836.post-68513437129057087432007-10-28T21:40:00.000-04:002007-10-28T21:58:19.437-04:00

A friend of mine died today. It was totally unexpected. A massive heart attack. His wife, Bonnie found him...called 911, but it was too late. He was only 51.His name was Ray Zdankiewicz and he was in the radio business. You can probably guess that with an ethinic name like that he (as most of us radio people do) had an "air name". His was Ray Marshall. Ray and his wife Bonnie were a cute radio

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Mom and Elise After years of trying to do the right thing, trying to act in a way my children may want to emulate, the mother/daughter role reversed for me a bit this past week. My daughter, Elise, did something that not only made me proud, in doing so she set an example for me to want to follow.I've missed church a lot lately. In my mind I had good excuses. So few days off...so much to do around

Sue Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04488546467579831710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647340484547483836.post-24531472066485495412007-10-20T15:51:00.000-04:002007-11-14T20:56:24.885-05:00

My friend Chuck Collins works with me at the radio station. He's the program director for WAKR. He received a phone call from a listener who thanked him for playing the song "Vincent". It gave her some sense of peace, as the song reminded her of her son, whom she had lost recently. Chuck wrote about the call in his blog....titled "Just When You Think You Don't Matter" I often think about my job

Sue Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04488546467579831710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647340484547483836.post-81020532328883612172007-09-17T20:46:00.001-04:002007-09-17T20:46:48.762-04:00

My sister has a way with words. She has the ability to express what all of us are feeling when she describes how she feels after a visit with our beloved mom. Members of our family often send emails to one another after our visits; sharing whether it was a good day or bad day. One day, after a particularly difficult visit, Martha emailed us about the code to freedom that we possessed.You see, my

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There are so many of us who just didn't think we'd be in this situation. Whether it's through divorce, death or just never finding the one, at 40-something, we just didn't think we'd be out in the dating world again. Widowed at age 44, I know I didn't. I didn't really date much for the first year and a half. And once I got out there, I had no idea I'd have such interesting and eye-opening

Sue Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04488546467579831710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647340484547483836.post-61207197776542580182007-09-08T19:15:00.000-04:002007-11-20T09:13:02.153-05:00

Recently we featured a special guest on our radio station’s morning show. Miss Bonnie is a clairvoyant, psychic medium, and she has guest slots on morning shows all over the country. Although I admit to being a bit of a skeptic, having heard similar features on other stations… I know that people love this stuff. If the person is good, it can be pretty entertaining and compelling radio, so we gave

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If a dog was the teacher we'd learn things like: When loved ones come home, always run to greet them. Never pass up the opportunity to go for a joyride. Allow the experience of fresh air and the wind in your face to be pure ecstasy. Take naps. Stretch before rising. Run, romp, and play daily. Thrive on attention and let people touch you. Avoid biting when a simple growl will

Sue Wilsonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04488546467579831710noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6647340484547483836.post-12339125393816381722007-09-04T17:49:00.000-04:002007-09-09T14:18:39.775-04:00

I'm a sensible woman. I know the odds are against winning the lottery. It's why I simply don't play. Well, I don't play very often. But I started reading the book The Secret and I'm changing my thought process. It may sound like I'm an Ohio Lottery commercial but the fact is... somebody has to win; why not me? If I practice the law of attraction, as The Secret explains, thinking the right

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Our rescue: CharlieI didn't write this. It was one of those emails a friend forwarded me because she knows how much I love dogs. I have 3, and I can't imagine life without one of these wonderful creatures around me. Read on....about what a vet learned from a six year-old. Being a veterinarian, I had been called to examine a ten-year-old Irish Wolfhound named Belker. The dog's owners, Ron, his

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I've heard it said time and again, and now, I'm telling any parent who'll listen what my mom said to me: "I know it seems like time is going slowly now, but appreciate these times , because you'll blink and your babies will be off to college."I blinked.My eldest left last week. My youngest got her driver's license the day before. One week, I let go of my first born, sending her across the country

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Sometimes...That mountain you've been climbing is just a grain of sand.What you've been out there searching for forever, is right there in your hands.When you figure out that love is all that matters after all...It sure makes everything else seemSo small(from Carrie Underwood's latest song)Elise and MomLaura (right) and her best friend Stevana (left)

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Every "hometown" has them. Those little things that make their town unique. In Akron, Ohio, we have our share.We have the battle of the burgers: Swensons vs Skyway. We have parts of town that are known for something. Barberton, for example, has Lake Anna, and the best chicken joints anywhere. East Akron neighborhoods grew because so many workers from the rubber companies moved in and raised

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My FamilyI'm the youngest of 7 and have the most amazing family in the world. I start out saying that because as I go through life I realize how rare that is. To have 6 siblings...to get along with all of them...to have no major dysfunction in a family of that size. Wow. I'm blessed.I've read some of the birth order stuff. I know the youngest in the family has the rep for being spoiled, lazy and

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