We’re not meant to fix each other’s pain - we’re meant to stay with it. This piece explores what to say when you don’t know what to say, how to hold space without centering yourself, and why real connection often starts in the quiet, uncomfortable moments we tend to avoid.

This new project takes that idea one step further and creates space for community members and businesses to share, discover, and promote these events for a healthier Chippewa Valley.

Say hello to the newest addition to the At The Roots team, Greta Hansen! Greta is a Chippewa Valley native who just moved back to the area. Between her musical inclinations and love for sparkle, she’s a natural fit at At The Roots.

With more people choosing to abstain than ever before, the expectation to drink just because we’re socializing is outdated. Here’s how to update your holiday get-together with a recovery-friendly vibe…

That’s why apocalypse isn’t always bad. It’s uncomfortable. Revelation shows something you thought was true isn’t. Something you built your life on gets exposed. Something has to end for something real to begin. 

For as long as I can remember, I’ve been drawn to the unseen currents that guide us. What started as curiosity soon became a way of living, a way of understanding myself. 

The way depression is diagnosed, with a questionnaire about your feelings and behaviors and their durations, is not as perspicuous as, say, a blood test for diabetes. There’s no way of knowing that you’re in need of medication until you give it a go and see if it helps with symptoms.

Karina brings fresh ideas, great energy, and a creative edge (she even plays guitar!) Read on to find out more about Karina…

Between teeing off and putting on the green, I was always in the deep stuff. And now, standing on this perfect, short grass? It felt weird. Too clean. Too open. I could see my ball clearly. I knew I shouldn’t use my usual “rough swing” because that would tear up the fairway, and I didn’t want to ruin it for the next person. But now I have no excuses. I couldn’t say, “Well, I could barely see my ball,” or “Those trees were in the way.” It was just me, the ball, and wide-open space. 

There’s something about scanning a riverbank or sifting through gravel that slows my mind and pulls me back into my body. A rocky beach gives my brain something better…