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“You remind me of the Fourth of July… makes me want a hot dog real bad.” – Jennifer Coolidge in Legally Blonde 2, and me, basically every summer. There’s something about the Fourth of July that just lights a firecracker in my soul. Maybe it’s the smell of grilled meat, the feeling of an explosion in your chest as colors fill the dark sky, or the sheer joy of watching someone try to relight a dud firework with a beer in hand like they are suddenly a demolition expert. Now...
Lately, I’ve been taking full advantage of this summery weather here in my newly adopted hometown—soaking in the air, basking in the sun, and quite literally feeling on top of the world while zooming past semi-trucks on my Kawasaki Ninja like the main character in an action movie… only, you know, the law-abiding kind. No police calls have been made about me—yet—and that’s not for lack of opportunity, but rather because I revere the law like a cow reveres the herd. (Peacefully. Lovingly. Occasionally confused.) Now I know...
As the managing editor of the Lincoln County Record Times, I usually spend my days wrangling headlines, triple-checking AP style, and chasing down quotes. But this week? This week I traded my laptop for a Cannon, and kicked off my side hustle with the most relaxed and blissful country weekend imaginable. I took part of Friday off (because, yes, even editors need a break) and headed to Quincy to photograph my first-ever wedding. That’s right—me, who usually sticks to snapping h...
This Easter, instead of spending my weekend elbow-deep in deviled eggs or politely ignoring Peeps, I climbed aboard a 100-plus-year-old train and pretended I knew things about railroads. I did not. But I learned fast. It started at the Inland Northwest Rail Museum, where I figured I'd poke around a few vintage cars, take a photo or two, and head home feeling vaguely cultured. What I got instead was a deep dive into railroad history that included a private tour, an impromptu...
It was a day for walking, running, hiking, and, most importantly, dirt-flying fun. I arrived at the Odessa Grand Prix just in time to catch the tail end of the riders’ meeting on Saturday. The moment I stepped onto the course, I was immediately greeted by the roar of engines, racers from across the state, and the warm Eastern Washington sun. Enter Randy Niles—the man, the myth, the legend—who organizes the weekend’s chaos. Without hesitation, we hopped into what can only be...
This past weekend, I did something wild. I swapped my reporter's notebook for combat boots and spent 72 exhilarating, exhausting hours playing soldier with the Idaho Army National Guard. If you thought journalism was chaotic, let me introduce you to my weekend. As part of our prep for Advanced Training-coming up next month in southern Idaho-I found myself not analyzing intelligence, as my job title might suggest, but instead learning how to operate military vehicles that are...
There are many ways to start a day, but locking myself out of my house with my car keys inside, before work, was not the ideal choice. Yet, I stood outside in the brisk morning air, watching my life choices flash before my eyes as I realized my door was locked, and so was my fate for the foreseeable future. It all started so innocently. I had taken Winnie outside, as responsible pet owners do. I locked the door behind me, because, you know, safety first. And then, just a few m...
This week was like living in two parallel universes, one that involved ambient purple lighting and infrared heat therapy, and the other, dust, exhaust fumes, and a whole lot of "HELL YEAH." If you ever wondered what it's like to feel like you're in a science fiction movie one day and the next, an action-packed car chase, buckle up. Here's how my Friday and Saturday went from serene space pod relaxation to rally racing madness. Let's start with Friday. I was invited by Barb, th...
I have always considered myself many things—an investigative journalist, a semi-decent cook, and a dog mom extraordinaire—but coordinated? Absolutely not. So, naturally, when I decided to try a tanning bed for the first time, I knew it was going to be an experience. For background, I have had my fair share of sunburns over the years, from spending summers on the lake with little to no sunscreen to testing out self-tanners that left me more orange and greasy than bronzed and...
Growing up in Northern Michigan, winter wasn’t just a season but a survival challenge. The snow didn’t gently fall; it descended like a vengeful force determined to bury everything in sight. And did we get snow days? No. We dug ourselves out and trudged like Hobbits marching toward Mount Doom. My late maternal grandmother, who grew up during the Great Depression, used to tell me about walking to school “uphill both ways.” As a kid, I rolled my eyes, figuring she was exagger...
