Sorensen's Natural Remedies

11/23/2025

11/16/2025

"Dear Stranger in Target,

You didn't need to tell me, "breast is best" as I was buying a can of baby formula, because I already know.

I know that my husband and I excitedly took the four hour breast feeding class when I was pregnant.

I know that my baby immediately did skin to skin and ate from my breast within an hour of her birth, because it was important to me.
I know that we saw a lactation consultant before we took her home, and again a few weeks later.

I know that we struggled at first. That some nights we both cried together. That my dear friends swore it would get better. I know they were right, and it did.

I know "breast is best" just like you do.

But, let me tell you what else I know.

I know that my baby began screaming after she ate. Writhing in pain. Inconsolable.

I know over the last month and a half I have exclusively pumped and tried slow flow bottles of breast milk, I have tried different positions, I have seen another lactation consultant.

I know I have held my child, my baby, while she screamed for hours- one day for eight hours straight.

I know we have been to see the pediatrician at least twice a week since she has been born.

I know that I tried cutting soy, and dairy, and leafy greens from my diet to make my milk more digestible for her.

I have pumped- and I'm still pumping- enough to have hundreds of ounces of breast milk in my freezer even though she will likely never be able to eat it.

All because "breast is best."

And then finally, we tried the hypoallergenic dairy protein free formula you saw me buying today. And the screaming lessened. And my baby started smiling. She started interacting. She started sleeping.

And I cried. Because I thought breast was best. I thought my body failed her. I thought she wouldn't be as healthy on formula.
I know you think I must not care or I'm lazy, or maybe you were genuinely trying to be helpful and thought no one had ever told me the benefits of breast feeding.

But, you are wrong. What I know that you don't is that breast ISN'T always best. I know happy, healthy baby is best. I know FED is best.

What I'm sure we both know is that parenting is hard. Really hard. That sometimes what we plan for and what we want just doesn't work out, but we are all here trying to do what's best for our babies.

So, dear stranger, next time you see someone buying formula, try to remember that mamas should support each other. Think about everything you might not know. Remind yourself that "fed is best" and smile because it means someone loves their baby enough to do what's best for them.

Love,

Another Mom Doing Her Best and a Happier Formula Fed Baby"

< By Annie Ferguson Muscato >

11/16/2025

He's not wearing her t-shirt or singing her songs in the car.

He's just a regular dad. Football on Sundays. Coffee in the morning. The kind of guy who fixes things and doesn't say much.

But he couldn't stay quiet about this.

Because every time Taylor Swift showed up at a game to cheer for Travis Kelce, the jokes started flying. The eye rolls. The complaints about "too much Taylor."

And it hit him like a punch to the gut.

Here was a woman who had built an empire. Who had turned her pain into poetry that millions of people carried in their hearts. Who had stood up in courtrooms and boardrooms and never backed down.

And grown adults were mocking her for... what? Smiling? Clapping? Being happy?

He thought about his own daughter. Watching. Learning. Seeing which women the world decided were "too much."

So he sat down and wrote something that made the internet stop and think.

"I'm not here to argue about music," he started. Simple words. Clear as day.

He wasn't defending her songs. He was defending something bigger.

The right to exist without apology. The right to show up and take up space. The right to love someone out loud without becoming a punchline.

He listed the facts like he was building a case. Over 300 awards. Billions added to the economy. Quiet donations to food banks in every city she visited. Lyrics studied at Harvard and Stanford.

But then he got to the part that mattered most.

The story about the radio DJ. The man who assaulted her and then had the audacity to sue her when she spoke up about it.

She could have settled quietly. Could have made it disappear with money and lawyers.

Instead, she counter-sued for one dollar. One symbolic dollar that said: "This isn't about money. This is about right and wrong."

And she won.

That's when his message became crystal clear. This wasn't about Taylor Swift the pop star. This was about Taylor Swift the woman who refused to be silenced.

"She reminded every young woman: your voice matters," he wrote.

The dad's post started spreading. Not because it was clever or witty. Because it was true.

Parents shared it. Teachers printed it out. Young women screenshot it and sent it to their friends.

Because finally, someone had said what needed saying.

That success doesn't make you a target. That joy doesn't make you "too much." That supporting someone you love isn't a character flaw.

His daughter read it too. Saw her dad stand up for a woman he'd never met, simply because it was right.

And maybe that's the real victory here.

Not the millions of views or the thousands of comments. Not the interviews or the headlines.

It's the lesson that rippled out from one dad's keyboard into living rooms and classrooms everywhere.

That respect isn't something you earn by being small and quiet. It's something you give because everyone deserves it.

That our kids are watching how we treat successful women. And they're learning what we think they're worth.

That sometimes the most powerful thing you can do is refuse to let cruelty become normal.

He ended his post with a challenge: "We can do better. Our daughters deserve better. Our sons need to know that kindness, success, and womanhood are never reasons for ridicule."

Simple words from a dad who just wanted the world to be a little kinder.

And somehow, it was.


~Forgotten Stories

11/12/2025

"Jack Flaherty was adopted at 3 weeks old. He ended up being raised by a single Mother. He wanted to quit baseball his Freshman year. His Mom told him she understood and he could, as long as he told his younger brother that when things get tough it's ok to quit. Jack went to practice the next day.
Now Jack will be pitching in the NLCS with his Mother watching. This was them last night after his 6 inning start. Before going in the clubhouse. Before popping champagne with his teammates. Before talking to the dozens of worldwide sports networks begging him for his ego and attention.
He went to see Mom first.”..

11/12/2025

11/11/2025

She was a single mom of four — 9, 5, 2, and just 6 weeks old. 💔
Life had already been throwing punches: her ex was gone, her truck barely held together, and every grocery trip felt like a marathon.

That night at Winn-Dixie, it was pouring.
She loaded up her babies, soaked to the bone, bags in hand.
When she turned the key — nothing. Dead battery.

No phone. No family nearby. No help in sight.

For two long hours, she asked over twenty people for a jump.
Not one person said yes. Not one even said no.
They just walked by — as her newborn screamed, her 5-year-old melted down, her toddler cried she was hungry, and her oldest tried her best to hold it all together.

And then — a soft knock on the window. 👴

A 74-year-old man stood there, cane in one hand, kindness in the other.
He handed her warm deli food — chicken strips, biscuits, bottles of water — and said,
👉 “Feed those babies and yourself, young lady. I’ve got a tow truck on the way. My wife will be here shortly to take you home.”

He did exactly that. His wife showed up minutes later and drove them home safely.
The tow truck handled the rest.

But the story didn’t end there.

The next morning, that same man showed up at her house — with a mechanic.
They fixed her battery. Her alternator. Even her broken window.
When she asked what she owed, the mechanic just smiled:
👉 “He already paid for everything. He said the only payment he wants is for you to never give up — and to keep being an amazing mom.”

She broke down in tears.

That man — who didn’t know her, who owed her nothing — gave her more than a car repair.
He gave her hope.

He wouldn’t even take a hug.

Now she’s determined to pay it forward — because kindness that pure deserves to keep going. ❤️

< Tawny Nelson >

11/11/2025

Two kids knocked on my door offering to rake my entire yard for $10 total—and what I did next changed how they'll see hard work forever.
It was a Saturday afternoon when I heard the doorbell. Two boys, probably around 11 or 12, stood on my porch holding rakes that looked almost too big for them. The taller one cleared his throat nervously: "Excuse me, sir. Would you like us to rake your yard? We'll do the whole thing for ten dollars."
I looked past them at my lawn. Leaves everywhere. It was going to be at least two hours of work, maybe three.
"Ten dollars each?" I asked.
They glanced at each other. The shorter one shook his head. "No sir. Ten dollars total. We'll split it."
Five dollars each. For hours of hard labor.
I could have said yes. I could have gotten my entire yard raked for pocket change and called it a teaching moment about negotiation. But something about the way they stood there—hopeful, polite, willing to work—reminded me of myself at that age. Hustling. Trying. Just wanting a chance.
"Alright," I said. "You've got a deal. Get started."
For the next two and a half hours, I watched those kids work. They didn't cut corners. They didn't complain. They raked every section, bagged the leaves, and even swept off my driveway without being asked. When they finally knocked to let me know they were done, they were sweating, exhausted, and smiling.
I walked out with my wallet. "You boys did incredible work," I said, handing them four twenty-dollar bills. "Here's your payment."
The taller one's eyes went wide. "Sir, we said ten—"
"I know what you said. But I also know what two hours of quality work is worth. You earned every dollar of this."
They stared at the money like they couldn't believe it was real. Then the shorter one looked up at me and said quietly, "Thank you. Really. Thank you."
As they walked away, I heard them talking excitedly about what they'd spend it on. And I realized something: we talk a lot about teaching kids the value of hard work, but we don't always show them that hard work actually gets valued.
Those boys didn't ask for a handout. They offered a service. They showed up. They delivered. And in a world that sometimes feels like it punishes effort and rewards shortcuts, I wanted them to walk away knowing that good work doesn't go unnoticed.
If you work hard, if you show up with integrity, if you give your best even when nobody's watching—good people will see it. And they'll bless you for it.
That's not just a lesson for kids. That's a lesson for all of us.

11/03/2025

The decade of disco and bell-bottoms gave us something else worth remembering.

10/27/2025

I can't "LOVE" this enuf!!!!

TRUE STORY: This laundromat owner posted his WiFi password publicly - and a mother told him it saved her daughter's future 💙
Ken Barrett runs multiple laundromats. For years, he's kept his WiFi password posted in his stores as a "guest network."
One day, a mother approached him with tears in her eyes:
"If it wasn't for your free WiFi, my daughter and her friends may not have graduated."
Her family couldn't afford internet at home. After the library closed each night, the kids would walk to the next block - to Ken's laundromat - just to finish their homework.
When Ken heard this, he didn't just keep the WiFi on...
He added benches and tables. Made it comfortable. Created a safe study space.
Now in 4 of his 5 locations, students have a free place to learn after the library closes.
One password. One policy. Changed lives.
This is what real community looks like. ❤️
📍 Meet Ken Barrett - a laundromat owner who proves that small acts of generosity create massive ripples.

10/19/2025

October 18, 2025 (56°F): Hancock / Houghton, MI - Just when I thought the fall colors couldn't get any better... Hope everyone is enjoying their Saturday! Additional photos here: https://tour360.app/share/collection/7DtDt?logo=1&info=0&fs=1&vr=0&autorotate=0.04&autop=5&autopalt=1&thumbs=1

10/19/2025

"9-year-old Addie knows what it’s like to have her dad away — he’s been serving in the military for most of her life. But today, her little heart broke.

At the cheer event, every girl had her dad with her, lifting them up and celebrating. All except Addie. She stood alone, tears streaming down her face.

Then something incredible happened. A young man — not even from her team, but from the opposing team — noticed her crying. Without hesitation, he jumped the fence, walked over, and lifted Addie onto his shoulders so she could shine just like everyone else.

I couldn’t hold back my tears. He didn’t know her. He didn’t have to do it. But he did — simply because kindness told him to.

Later, Addie said through her tears, “I just felt like somebody saved my life. I thought that’s so nice, especially since my dad’s serving for us.” 💔💙

To that amazing young man — thank you. You didn’t just lift my daughter up on your shoulders. You lifted her spirit, reminded her she’s never truly alone, and gave us a moment of pure love we will never forget.

In a world where you can be anything — this young man chose to be kind. And that made all the difference."

[Ale###isperry via Instagram]