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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...
I’ve been on a bit of a health kick lately, and honestly, it’s been refreshing. Between smarter food choices and staying active, I’ve been feeling more energized and confident. So, when the chance came up to spend the weekend at my National Guard Armory for Military Combative training, I thought, “Why not?” Little did I know, I was about to spend hours grappling, sweating, and proving just how much “fighting like a girl” can mean holding your own—and then some. The train...
There are surprises in life you expect-like an offhand compliment or a change in the weather-and then there are surprises you don't. The night Dalton came running out of my house, boots half on and a look of worry on his face, fell squarely into the latter category. It all started with some playful teasing. Dalton had been hinting for days about a "surprise" he had for me at the ranch. Earlier that evening, over dinner, he'd mentioned part of the surprise was already in his...
There's a certain hilarity in being a 22-year-old managing editor for a small-town paper. It's not just the job title that makes me chuckle -it's the moments that remind me I'm somehow both "too young" and "too old" all at once. This week, I attended the Davenport City Council meeting, a staple in my routine now. I'm making it a point to show up to every local meeting, not just because it's my job, but because, oddly enough, I enjoy them. Where else can you witness democracy i...
This week, I decided to take a break from chronicling my humbling experiences with ranch life to highlight a charming slice of small-town living. As I wandered through my new home in Harrington, something felt… missing. Sure, I have the essentials—a dog who acts like she owns the place and a sweet rancher who occasionally joins me for dinner. But my dark wood décor was practically begging for a splash of green. What’s a woman in her early twenties to do? Hit up the local...
New Year's resolutions are tricky business. Most people vow to lose weight, save money, or finally keep a houseplant alive past February. All noble goals, sure, but this year, my resolution is a bit different: I'm resolving to stay humble. And there's no better place to get a crash course in humility than Seven Springs Ranch. It all started when I returned to feed the cows, a chore I've shockingly come to enjoy-bluegrass baling adventures included. If you've never handled...
Every Who down in Whoville had tablets galore, and smartphones and headphones and gadgets and more. But the Christmas I knew, in my growing-up days, Was a season of magic in far simpler ways. No dinging devices, no faces aglow from the light of a screen, stealing the show. Instead, there were voices, warm and sincere, Sharing stories and laughter at this time of year. We gathered together—a family, one whole — To watch stop-motion classics that captured the soul. “Ru...
