This is a blog written monthly and is also serves as an sponsored article in the Petersburg Press

If you have ever attended or participated in a road race or walking event, then you understand that community can mean more than a certain location. It’s true that Petersburg is unified by a common desire to thrive among a trend toward urbanization. It’s also true that there are other, micro-communities if you will, existing
“Shh, stop and listen for a minute,” I tried to coax my children to stop tearing around in the snow for a few seconds. They were missing out on what could be my favorite perk of living here…but I failed miserably. It’s too close to Christmas and the weather was too perfect to pass up.
Fourth cousins. Fifth cousins. The first 30 years of my life, I never really kept tabs on my second cousins. Around here though, finding out that someone is a fourth or fifth cousin is the norm. And there are a number of people in this town who can spit out the full family tree before
As I sat waiting for a funeral service to begin a few weeks ago, I couldn’t help but reflect on the “good” that this person had brought to the world. Although I hadn’t known her very long, I could just feel it: her caring spirit, optimism and faith. With a church full of family, friends
As a kid, I remember watching my dad and our neighbors climb into their straight trucks, combines and tractors to go help after hearing that another farmer had been in an accident or diagnosed with some illness that prevented them from being able to get their crops in. I still have a picture in my
Wanna go for a bike ride? Can you play? Let’s go see what [enter kid’s name here] is doing. Oh yes, these are the sounds of impromptu play-dates. Depending on the day, the sounds of the doorbell ringing or strange small voices in my house either bring a sense of relief or slight irritation with
Summer in Petersburg is the sound of lawn mowers, birds chirping at 4:30 in the morning, and the tsk, tsk, tsk of a pivots’ end gun. Kids run home for lunch when they hear the noon whistle from the fire hall, and you can hear kids laughing and playing outside until the last orange sliver