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Tossing Dog Poop into the Neighbor’s Yard The other evening, my younger boys, Ethan and Evan, wanted to go with me while I took our Great Dane, Ryder, for a walk. Now, if I'm being honest, it's much easier to walk him by myself. But if I tell them they can't come... well, let's just say toddlers have a special way of expressing their disappointment. I'm fairly certain the official definition of a toddler is "a tiny negotiator with unlimited energy." So the three of us headed

I was sitting at my desk at my insurance job, thinking about chiropractic. Google kept showing me article after article about this new discovery that had captured my attention. For the first time, I had found something I could pursue with both purpose and passion. It felt like a much better fit than insurance ever did, and even more fulfilling than journalism would have been. I remember walking into my insurance boss's office and saying, "I don't think this job is the right f

If you've been feeling tired no matter how much you sleep, wired but exhausted, or like your stress response is stuck in overdrive, you're not alone. Modern life asks a lot of our nervous systems, and our adrenal glands are often working overtime to keep up. While there's no substitute for rest, good nutrition, and medical care when needed, many people are turning to essential oils for adrenal support as a complementary part of their self-care routine. In this post, we'll ex

Ethan, my three-year-old, was riding his Strider bike through Nana's house when Ellen and I walked in. At Nana's house, pretty much anything goes, so it felt like we had stepped into a three-ring circus. Within seconds, Ethan jumped off his bike to wrestle with his brothers because Isaac or Evan had dared to touch one of "his" toys. Typically, Isaac and Ethan are the ones who clash the most. But lately, Evan has started standing up for himself. At just 17 months old, he can't

In life, few of us get the opportunity to pursue something we are truly passionate about. Before long, the weight of the world catches up with all of us. We have bills to pay, families to support, emergencies to prepare for, and one day, retirement to think about. It always amazes me how resilient people can be when they have a purpose. A single mom working three jobs so her kids can eat. A son putting in long days in construction to help care for a sick parent. There is no s

Sometimes a different perspective helps you appreciate what you have. “Dad, do you have to stop and talk to everyone?” That was the question Isaiah and Isaac asked me while we were walking through the fair. Truthfully, one of my favorite parts of our county fair is catching up with people I haven't seen in a while. I enjoy hearing how life is going, seeing how much their kids have grown, and reconnecting with friends old and new. It's also a great place to meet people and bui

Selling insurance with Humana was a job full of surprises. I was a 22-year-old bright eyed and bushy tailed new graduate ready to take on the world with this new job and new field. The company gave me a work cell phone that would send me a name of a person who called in and was interested in discussing insurance along with their home address. I would wake up in the morning and see just a name and an address. I would take the address, punch it into my GPS, say a prayer, a

Oscar the owl—Wellsville’s wise (and occasionally blunt) preacher—tilted his head as he lay on the adjustment table. “What are you so scared of?” he asked, a hint of mockery in his voice. Dr. Bottom, the town’s trusted chiropractor—and an orangutan with a heart for helping people—froze mid-adjustment. The question hit him out of nowhere. Just seconds ago, they had been talking about Bubba Blue and the incredible results others were experiencing through chiropractic care. Dr.

After graduating from Salem High School in 2013, I wasn't sure what the next step for me would be. My parents had not gone to college, so I was fortunate to receive a scholarship through the state of Indiana that allowed me to attend any Indiana college at a significantly reduced tuition rate. Because of that opportunity, I thought the logical next step was to try out college. News media had been a passion of mine since middle school. I helped run the news program at Salem Mi

Written by Ellen Mosier A teacher's dream, a grocery store, and God's perfect timing. When I was a little girl and someone would ask me what I wanted to be when I grew up, I always said the same thing: I wanted to teach. I loved going to school. I loved perfecting homework assignments, sometimes working on them for hours after school. Growing up in the country meant long bus rides home, and those rides became my time to decompress and recharge. By the time I got home, I was r

It’s hard to believe as I sit here in an empty room inside an empty building. I know this moment is what I prayed and fasted for, but it’s still surreal sitting on the same floor where adjustments were made and lives were changed.

From wringing chickens in Sunday dresses to naked cannonballs in kiddie pools — every generation has its stories. As our family and practice step into a new season, we’re grateful to grow through the changes together. There I was, setting up textbooks and little figurines in my office at our new building, when I decided to head home and walk Ryder over to my parents’ house for our Memorial Day dinner. As I got closer, I could hear laughing and splashing coming from the backya