Mosier Family Chiropractic Columns

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

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

Our guest columnist, Dr. Chris Mosier, has recently begun a children's series on chiropractic care that includes both digital books and animated shorts. Both will be available on The Washington County Times as they release.

It’s not about the push-ups—it’s about who you become by keeping your word 10,000. So far this year, I’ve done 10,000 push-ups. No, I’m not kidding. One hundred push-ups a day for one hundred days. There are two things about that number that surprise even me: The fact that I’m doing push-ups at all. Not that long ago, I could barely do two… back when I weighed nearly 400 pounds. The fact that I’ve stuck with something for 100 consecutive days. Some of you reading this might t

Sometimes Hope is the only thing Holding Someone Together. (Trigger warning – suicide) Bright lights and sirens filled the summer morning air. As I stepped outside our front door, I glanced to the right—toward our neighbor’s house. It was surrounded by police cars, first responders, and an ambulance. There was a commotion I didn’t fully understand at the time. I remember seeing Rick’s teenage daughters—who used to babysit me—and their mom, completely distraught. I was only ei

A dad’s “brilliant” plan… and the lesson it revealed about staying connected to what truly powers your life. This past Easter, I made a parenting decision that… well… might be up for debate. After church, we had an Easter egg hunt with the boys. Isaiah and Isaac—being older and faster—were doing what they always do… absolutely dominating. Meanwhile, Ethan—my 2nd youngest—was giving it everything he had… but just couldn’t keep up. So naturally… Dad stepped in. Let’s just say I

How trying something new led to growth, connection, and a moment I’ll never forget For months, I had been wanting to try something new—but never seemed to find the time. I wanted to make homemade cinnamon rolls. Why? Because I like a challenge… and I wanted to see if I could beat the store-bought version. Well, it turns out Mr. Pillsbury knows exactly what he’s doing—especially compared to a baking amateur who arrogantly refuses to follow a recipe properly. Even though I’m ac

A simple moment that reveals a powerful truth about presence, health, and the stories we’re meant to live and share. We had quite some fun on our staycation this past week while the boys were off school for spring break; from playgrounds, to the Ark Encounter, to the zoo, to the Newport Aquarium, we had a blast. The lesson of the week was that these Mosier boys require a lot of energy and lots of attention. At one point Ethan, with his angry eyes, grabbed my face directly tow

About three weeks ago, I found myself in quite a marital situation. It was Valentine’s Day. After breakfast, Ellen gave the boys their Valentine’s presents from us… presents I didn’t even know about. Then it happened. She handed me a bag. Not a present—a bag. Needless to say, the “oh crap” alarm started going off in my head like it was the Fourth of July. Yep, you guessed it… I didn’t get her anything. In my defense, I thought we weren’t getting each other gifts because the f

Before You Choose Surgery… Read This First! The Disc Decompression Solution If you’ve been told that surgery is your next step… If you’re living with constant flare-ups… If you’ve “thrown your back out” more times than you can count… We need to talk. At Mosier Family Chiropractic, one of the most life-changing therapies we offer is spinal decompression — and it’s helping people avoid unnecessary spine surgery every single week. Let’s break it down simply. What Is Spinal Dec

What Happens When the Atlas Is Misaligned? When the Atlas shifts—even slightly—it can irritate the brainstem and create what we call neurological facilitation. In simple terms: The nervous system stays stuck in a high-distress signal.