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My decision to purchase a small floral shop in the heart of Cut Bank felt like an unexpected career choice at the time.
In February of 2019, my husband and I were enjoying a birthday getaway in Helena— the place we met, graduated from Carroll College, and got married— when I turned to him and said: “What if we bought the Rose Petal?”
Read MoreToday, when I lifted the pie crust to be draped over the top of the apples and sugar and cinnamon, I realized I was moving in the kitchen with the same effortlessness I watched my grandmother use. She drifted from countertop to countertop, mixing ingredients, shutting cupboards, and deftly lifting wax paper to lay crust atop a pie that already smelled like heaven.
Read MoreI first sat at the potter’s wheel when I was 9, and I knew from that moment on that I wanted to continue finding ways to be around clay in any capacity possible. For the next 15 years, I played with polymer clay, took every ceramic class I could, and participated in summer art camps to fuel my love for the ceramic arts.
Read MoreYesterday, my son threw a type 3 tantrum in the parking lot of the grocery store. Screaming, limbs locked, holding on to the cart like his life depended on it, while I tried to get him into his car seat.
Read MoreLet’s set the scene: it’s late July. A perfect Montana summer day— a bluejay sky, a light breeze, a few innocuous clouds here and there. It was a day made for the river, so we went.
Read MoreA purple banana seat bike, two friends, and a steep alleyway. For Alexis Pike, that was the beginning of Color Me Lucky. At age 6, Alexis and a friend climbed on her new birthday bike and headed down an alleyway. As the alley got steeper, she peddled faster, flying toward the gravel on the other side of the road.
Read MoreRich and deep seasonal tones, set within the lost details of blurred landscapes, reveal scenes of sublime yet raw experiences in Dana Berardinis’s Forgotten Lands. This robust other-earthly body of work, drawn from memory and experience, was created by the artist over the period two years.
Read MoreHow can we read disastrous headlines, know terrifying statistics, hear all the doom and gloom and still fail to act? I’ve felt the discomfort of fear in my stomach when I hear the news.
Read MoreThe women in my family have a long history of hands that smell faintly of onion and garlic. I was raised in an apron, learning how to cook cherry pie filling thickly and to peel a potato skin paper-thin. I’m proud to come from a long line of strong women and incredible cooks— including my Great-Grandmother, Amalia (Mollie).
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