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Pick up your September issue of Lake Norman Woman & celebrate "Different By Design"

Read about some of the local women featured in this issue:


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sommer holcombe | optimized dezign


Sommer Holcombe comes from a long line of Lake Normaners—a rare trait in a community in which you’re much more likely to meet a transplant than a local. Sommer spent her early childhood in Mooresville, then moved to Huntersville when her dad, a successful architect and contractor, built the family’s home, where she attended North Mecklenburg High. “My entire family—grandparents, aunts, uncles, and cousins are all within 30 minutes of the Lake Norman area!” Sommer says.


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debi gallo | debi gallo & associates


Debi Gallo, owner of Debi Gallo and Associates in Cornelius, knows a thing or two about change. She knows that change can be good, and she knows how to make savvy decisions that are good for herself, good for her family and friends and especially, good for her real estate clients.

Last October, Debi’s mother and step-father moved to the Lake Norman area to be closer to the family. Debi can’t say enough great things about her mom, Jean. “She really is a clone of me,” Debi says. “She’s essentially our sales manager; she’s freed me up to be able to do other things. She even will call me in the morning to say, ‘You won’t believe what I thought of overnight!’ With a background in owning her own business, she looks forward to every day bringing something different.” 


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Grace McMillan  |  the charlotte radiology vein and vascular center

Whether she is running up and down the aisles at 30,000 feet, making your flight more comfortable or training for her next marathon, Grace McMillan of Huntersville does not have time for leg pain. But leg pain did plague Grace for years, affecting her job as a flight attendant and her passion for running. Not being able to enjoy life with her usual high enthusiasm and gusto—Grace has been an avid runner for nearly 30 years!—she decided it was time to take action.

“I experienced constant leg pain and fatigue for probably close to 20 years,” Grace says. “I even wore compression stockings, tried massage, and elevated my legs when possible, but nothing worked. Finally, my doctor* recommended The Charlotte Radiology Vein and Vascular Center, and I’m so glad he did!”


August 2014:

Carpe diem. Seems like beneficial, practical advice, doesn’t it? After all, who doesn’t want to enjoy every precious minute of life, to make each day count, to act on every moment, to live in an extraordinary way, and to experience life fully?

Whew … I’m tired just writing about it. In the reality of life, or at least in mine, sometimes seizing the day is a bit tricky. I don’t have as much trouble carpe-ing my diem when it’s a day at the beach or a sunny day spent cruising through the mountains with the top down. On those diems, I can carpe right along with the best. No, it’s the routine diems that cause me trouble. I find it much more difficult to carpe in the school carpool, at my semiweekly forage in the grocery store, or while folding the laundry, making dinner (or calling it in and picking it up), meeting a deadline, or paying bills.   

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09/11/01: I remember thinking how strange it was that our principal came over the intercom to tell the entire school that an airplane had hit one of the towers. If you've spent any time lately in the educational system, you know how precious the intercom system. You know how protected it is and how little it's used, especially in a test-score-driven district.

I remember telling the principal I was leaving the television on because my next class was journalism and it felt appropriate. We still had no scope of what was going on.


Unless you’re traveling to Virginia, Tennessee, or South Carolina this weekend, you won’t be taking advantage of tax-free back-to-school shopping. For those of you who don’t have kids in school, this was still the perfect opportunity to stock up on office supplies—and if you were me, you could replace the computer the thieves stole from my house (because the insurance deductible made the computer not so “replaceable.”)!

Instead, many businesses are having better-than-tax-free sales to entice you this weekend, so they are worth a look.

But this year, another aspect of back-to-school shopping has hit my home: latex-free supplies. It was bound to happen (I’ll spare you the story here), though I have a latex allergy. Irony aside, for now, I have to get a handle on what a latex allergy means during the time of year when erasers and new pens and paper abound!


I’ve seen the signs today. This has been a life-changing thing recently to be able to take pause and recognize the signs that are clearly laid in front of me.

When I was little (until I was about 14) I went to my grandparents’ house every weekend. And every Sunday we’d go to church. My grandmother, who raised two boys, took a perverted pleasure in dolling me up for Sunday church. I remember there being spools of ribbons in every color in her walk-in closet (that closet is another story!), which she would use to braid my hair (She called it “plaiting,” but again, I digress.). One Sunday, when I was around 10 years old, the teenage girl sitting next to me, Sherry, who’s family sat with us every week, went to the front of the church during the alter call. When the music stopped, the preacher said, “The Lord has spoken to Sherry today; and she wants to give her life to Christ.” I distinctly remember thinking, “What? Why didn’t I hear Him? I was sitting right here and I didn’t hear nothing.”

Clearly, I had a ways to go; please don't judge 10-year-old me. I get better. :)