Some months when I sit down to write this letter to you, I struggle to get started. I can’t help but wonder if I have anything to say that you really want to hear about. Or, I assume that, like my sons when I’m giving them sage advice, you simply tune me out as soon as my prattle begins. After all, these pages are filled with the stories of fabulous women who are the movers and shakers of Lake Norman. How could I possibly add to that?

Then I’ll hear from one of you that somehow my babble has made a positive impact. Not only does that put a gi-normous smile on my face, it inspires me. Even still, there are times when the right words remain difficult to come by. My words to you are important to me, because you’re important to me—for what is a writer without her readers?

But by far, this is the hardest letter to write yet, as it’s also my last. As of July 18th, Lake Norman Woman Magazine is a part of Real Talk Publications, and Justin Ckezepis is now the publisher. Mamie Lee is the Editor-in-Chief, and she will be assuming my role.

I want you to know, however, that even though I have felt like the grandma in this industry for a while, my love for this magazine and the stories we share has remained the same. I’ve had the best job in the world. Every day, I’ve been able to meet and chat with the women of Lake Norman—from high-level executives to stay-at-home moms to every career in between. Information overload is real, but when every day the people you meet leave you in awe, that overload feels fantastic. Thank you, women of Lake Norman, for giving me that. It has been an honor and a privilege to learn and share your stories.

And speaking of honor and privilege, it has certainly been both to work with Chelsea, Leslie, Stephanie, and Michele. They are so much more than team members—they are treasured friends. We’ve shared countless laughs and unforgettable moments as well as some impressive accomplishments and a few spectacular bloopers. But through it all, we’ve always had each other’s backs. Their kindness, encouragement, and friendship have been a source of strength for me, and I am grateful for each of them.

It’s hard to say goodbye. I love this magazine—it is a part of me and I am a part of it, and if I’m being honest, I’m not quite sure what my life looks like without it. Although, I’m hoping it looks a lot like long walks with my dogs, pickle ball to the point of exhaustion, and lots of dipping my toes into the beautiful waters of the Caribbean, all with my love by my side. Dream retirement or not, it’s still difficult. But as one of my favorite philosophers, Winnie-the-Pooh, so wisely remarked, “How lucky am I to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.”