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Apple Butter-ed Up

Explore Fall Seasons Wellness

Lattin’s Apple Cider Mill: A confession: For most of my life, I haven’t been much of an apple girl. I was never that girl that “went for an apple” when hunger struck. So, when I found myself living in the nation’s mecca for apples, I was shocked by the empty apple butter jar that sat in my lap only 48 hours after buying it. I was hooked. I was officially an apple girl. Bri was the one who helped me…

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Meredith Rom: Priestess of Presence

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Meredith is one of those people whose essence seeps into everything she does. When I first met Meredith, I had just quit my job and was in deep need of grounding and space. I remember listening to Meredith’s voice and feeling almost instantly put at ease by her melodic tones. I was sold then. After working together both one on one and through workshops, I was happy to call Meredith a friend and mentor. So, when I heard about her…

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The Magic of Moon Cycle Bakery

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I believe in magic. When I was younger, I used to watch the annual magic show on television with my mom and dad. The one where they ask the viewer to stand up and choose a number on the screen while they scramble it up, send you on a goose chase and 10 minutes later pick up a card that has your number on it. I was in awe. Those 15 minutes of standing in front of the TV felt…

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Honey Attracts Bears

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Old pain feels like dried up blood. Crusted remains of something that was once alive. A stale smell, a sinking vortex. As dark as velvet and as all-encompassing as a migraine. Sometimes I would get caught up in loops, unsure of where it started and ended. My mom would come out to tell me it was time for dinner. I’d tell her I was playing hopscotch, but all the while I was retracing my steps to figure out just when…

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Pepsi Stained Lips + How Writing Helped Me

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It all started when I was seven-years-old and my father almost died. I was young, naïve and laughing amongst my friends as we sat, staring wide-eyed at the large screen in front of us, devouring buttery, salty popcorn and sipping out of bright, red paper cups. Vivid, little Dalmatians scampered around, the pudgy one complaining about his growling, empty stomach. We laughed that childish, high-pitched laugh only children can pull off. And all the while, my father was dying. It…

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