All Articles

Symptoms: Warning Signs, Not the Problem (And the 3 Things That Actually Get Us There) Hey folks, Dr. Mosier here, and I’ve got a question for you: If you look good and feel good… are you necessarily healthy? Unfortunately, the answer is no . Many of us have friends or family members who looked great, felt fine, and were “thriving” … right up until a heart attack , stroke , or cancer diagnosis . There were no obvious warning signs—or so it seemed. And that brings us to o

(A Simple Brain-and-Train Explanation) Hey folks! Have you ever noticed that when you’re being adjusted—or when you’re watching someone else get adjusted—their leg length changes really fast ? And maybe you’ve wondered… “Is my leg actually shorter?” “What are they really checking?” Great questions. Let me share a little neurology , and I promise—we’ll keep it simple and fun. Let’s Talk About the Brain (Using a Train) When your spine is misaligned (subluxated) , your bod

Put on hold just to be hung up on Have you ever walked into a retail store or restaurant and felt like the teenager—or young “adult”—behind the counter was personally offended by your existence? Is it just my age starting to show… or has customer service completely fallen off a cliff and landed in the pit of despair? Just the other day, I had to call customer service to resolve an issue I’ve been dealing with for the past two and a half months. And between you and me, I’d had

A Humbling Lesson on Ego, Gym Anxiety, and Why Nobody Is Actually Watching You I recently told my workout partner a story about Ellen and me getting ready for date night that left him shaking his head. As we were getting ready, Ellen looked over at me and said,“I’m over here looking like a slob, and you’re looking like a model.” Now, apparently the elevator of the male brain does not go all the way to the top—because with a pride-filled smile, I responded with a simple, heart

Why investing in your health may be the most important gift you ever give your family “I’m going to slaughter your father,” is what Isaiah and Isaac heard one morning last week. Isaac, completely innocent, asked, “What does slaughter mean?” Before we could answer, Isaiah chimed in confidently and said, “Mommy is going to kill Dad.” To my defense, Isaac immediately protested, “No Mom, don’t do it!” Ellen graciously reassured him that she wasn’t going to kill his daddy… at leas

The Story Behind Our Move and Our Commitment to Serve Even Better I may really be showing my age here, but I am continually amazed at what can be created with a 3D printer. We got Isaiah a 3D printer for Christmas, and now every day he’s making a new toy for himself and his brothers. They’ve printed everything from sharks to dragons to — Ethan’s favorite — a T-Rex. Growing up, I never would have dreamed of something like this: that you could design something on a computer and

Every living thing has roots. Some roots are large, some small—but when roots are weak, life can only last so long before struggle sets in and growth begins to fade. Strong roots, however, dig deep. They anchor, nourish, and allow life to flourish into something expansive and beautiful. At Mosier Family Chiropractic, our roots have been built intentionally—through care, consistency, and commitment to our community. As we grow into a new and larger building, it isn’t simply ab

Why consistency — not motivation — is the real key to a meaningful year Recently, I found myself without a vehicle because my little S10 truck needed a transmission rebuild. It’s funny how life lessons show up in the most unexpected places. For a couple of weeks, Ellen became my chauffeur — or as she lovingly called me, “Miss Daisy.” “Come on, Miss Daisy,” she’d say. “I’ve got to take you to work.” Let’s just say I was very glad to get my truck back. Being down a vehicle def

As Christmas winds down and the last of the wrapping paper is swept away, it’s a natural time to pause and reflect on the year behind us — what went well, what didn’t, and what we hope to change moving forward. And if you’re anything like me, that reflection often turns into goals, intentions, and New Year’s resolutions.

Many of you who have known Ellen and me for a while have noticed that I’ve lost some weight recently. Last Sunday at church someone even stopped me and said they barely recognized me. Those of you who have lost a significant amount of weight can relate—because we see ourselves every day, we don’t notice the changes as quickly.

Moments of genuine gratitude often arrive when you least expect them. After saying grace, Ryder and I settled into the living room—leash in hand—because with a Great Dane of his height, everything on the table is fair game. And as much as he would have appreciated the hours of meal prep, I’m pretty sure it wasn’t intended for a massive, starving puppy who believes every meal might be his last.

As many of you know, kids don’t come with manuals—and most days, we parents are learning on the fly. Every day brings a new adventure; kind of like opening a questionable diaper… you never really know what you’re going to get. Last week, Ellen took the big boys (Isaiah and Isaac) to Cub Scouts, leaving me with the littles (Ethan and Evan). Anytime I’m solely responsible for the kids, it feels a bit like the blind leading the blind. Chaos isn’t just likely—it’s guaranteed.