• Beaver Dam or Bust

    Some people believe in serendipity—that life lines things up just right and you fall into the perfect moment. I’m not sure I buy into that. For me, things usually come together through effort, patience, and timing. And yet… sometimes the outcome feels so right, it’s hard not to wonder if a little serendipity snuck in anyway. That’s how we ended up finding our home in Beaver Dam.

    We’d always said we’d move closer to family once we started our own. We began in Memphis, then moved to Chicago, then Sun Prairie—closer and closer. Eventually, it was time to go all the way: Beaver Dam.

    At the time, I worked at the family business, and Tom had a good job in Madison. He was used to commuting, so the move made sense. A realtor friend met us to tour homes in our price range—translation: old fixer-uppers.

  • Small-Town Adventures

    small-townPeople have differing opinions on what it’s like to live in a small town and throughout my life, I’ve had differing opinions myself.  When I was little, I loved it.  Living in a small town allowed me to ride my bike to Grandma’s house every day in the summer.  It allowed me to walk across a major street to the local Dairy Queen for a sweet treat.  I felt safe and secure in my little Beaver Dam bubble.