Posh Seven Magazine | The Winter Issue Feb – March 2019

 

Contents
POSH EVENTS

Foodie
NEW TO THE NEIGHBORHOOD
The Best New Restaurants in the Area

KIDS EAT FREE
Featured Restaurants with Free Kid’s Food!

Parenting
WHAT IS VAPING?
And Why You Should Care

Fitness
 AN INTERVIEW WITH MIKE MATTHEWS

Travel
MIAMI:
Cool Days, Hot Nights

THE HENDERSON
Making Your Fantasy A Reality

Entertainment
TRENDING NOW ON NETFLIX…

Love
COOL PARENTS GET OUT OF THE HOUSE

SECOND CHANCE AT LOVE? OR SECOND CHANCE AT LOVE!

Featured
DR. CLAUSTRO
Care, compassion, and creating relationships:
One dentist’s mission to keep the human touch in health care.

MAUREEN HANLEY
Building a Lasting Legacy in Loudoun’s Hunt Country

Camps
THE BEST SUMMER CAMPS IN NORTHERN VIRGINIA 2019

Astrology
YOUR POSH HOROSCOPE

Special Feauture
Is it Possible to Combat Screen Addiction?

 

From our Founder

Dear Posh Seven Readers,

I heard somewhere that confessing your heart can be actually very good for your soul. I always thought revealing flaws was a sign of weakness my entire life. We were raised in a family where our problems were kept a secret from the outside world. We never showed our pain, hard times, or problems to anyone, not even those close to us. You would often hear me say, ouch, and when asked if I am ok, you would always get, “Oh year! I am alright!” In the past year, I have been dealing with kids getting older, demanding independence and my own limbo of knowing what to do at this stage of parenting. Nothing prepares you for motherhood and right when you think you got this thing down, think again. Bam! Your kid becomes a senior. Bam! College. Bam! 18. Bam ! Your little one has multiple personalities and rolls her eyes anytime you make eye contact. Bam! Ooh one more thing, I am convinced that she has her eyes rolled back when she sleeps too. This is the new her. The kids that looked at you adoringly, now look at you like “Mom, you don’t get it!” Suddenly you wish you had a toddler again.

My confessions in motherhood.

I am not perfect, I have never been perfect, never claimed to be and never will be.

I sometimes wipe my nose on my sleeve too.

I pray on some days that the kids are not hungry so I don’t have to make dinner.

I want to eat out as much as the kids but always lie about craving a hearty vegetable soup.

I spend way too much time on social media.

I don’t always like my kids. Sometimes they are just rude and ungrateful. I always love them and would die for them.

I fantasize about being away without my kids.

I sometimes restart the washer or dryer so I don’t have to empty the machine and put things away.

I sometimes want to yell at my kids and tell them exactly how I feel rather than biting my tongue and telling them exactly the way it is.

Sometimes I go to the gym to run away from them and I don’t work out. I sit there.

My favorite time of the day is when they are in their bed sleeping and out of my way.

I confess, I am not perfect. I love my children perfectly though in my own imperfect way….

Enjoy this issue. I worked hard on it but not as hard as I told my kids I did.

To sisterhood,
Hulya Aksu
Founding Publisher