Reme-D’s

02/08/2026

🌿 A Gentle Rebrand, Rooted in Who I’m Becoming 🌿

I’m stepping into a new season — one that feels more honest, more grounded, and more me. As I’ve grown, healed, learned, and listened, my work has grown right alongside me.

Wild Grace Apothecary & Wellness Co. is a reflection of that evolution — a rebrand that honors both the untamed wisdom of nature and the softness of grace in the healing process. It represents a deeper alignment with how I create, why I create, and the way I want to serve others through herbal wellness.

Wild — because nature is untamed, wise, and powerful.
Grace — because healing doesn’t have to be harsh, rushed, or perfect.

This isn’t a departure from what I’ve been doing… it’s a deeper expression of it.
The same heart. The same care. The same small-batch remedies made with intention, prayer, and respect for the plants — just wrapped in a name that finally feels like home.

Thank you for being here, for trusting me, and for growing alongside me.
I’m so excited for what this next chapter holds 🤍🌱

With wild roots & gentle grace,
Danielle
Wild Grace Apothecary & Wellness Co.
By: Reme-D’s

02/07/2026

I made a fresh batch of colloidal silver today using my colloidal silver kit, and I wanted to share a little educational background for those who are curious.

Colloidal silver has a long history of use that dates back centuries, well before modern preservatives and pharmaceuticals existed. Historically, silver was valued for its protective and preservative qualities in everyday life.

Traditionally, colloidal silver has been used for:
• General surface cleansing and hygiene
• Preserving water, milk, and other liquids before refrigeration
• External skin cleansing and care
• Keeping tools, containers, and surfaces clean in historical settings
• Exploration within traditional and holistic wellness practices

Today, colloidal silver continues to be discussed in educational, ancestral, and holistic wellness spaces. As with any traditional remedy, understanding its history, preparation, and limitations is important.

I always encourage personal research, discernment, and informed decision-making when learning about traditional remedies. Education is part of wellness 🤍

02/07/2026

Here’s my pricing list for those of you who have asked for it—and for anyone else who’s been quietly curious.

Many of the remedies you see shared here are the very same ones I make and use for my own family. Each one is slow-crafted in small batches with care, intention, and a deep respect for traditional herbal wisdom.

If something you see resonates with you—whether it’s for immune support, rest, grounding, or everyday nourishment—please know these remedies are available and made with love. I’m always happy to answer questions, help you choose what may fit your needs, or customize when possible.

Feel free to send me a message if something speaks to you 🤍

02/07/2026

This thoughtfully curated Wellness Kit brings together some of my most-loved, everyday remedies—the same ones my family and I use as part of our daily rhythm of care. Each item is handmade in small batches with intention, simplicity, and deep respect for traditional herbal wisdom.

Inside this kit you’ll receive:
• 1 × 2oz Oil of Oregano
• 1 × 2oz Tea of your choice
• 1 × 4oz Elderberry Syrup
• 1 × 4oz Magnesium Oil Spray
• 1 × 4oz Fermented Garlic & Honey
• 1 × 100g Mushroom Powder

This kit is perfect for building a simple home apothecary, supporting everyday wellness naturally, or gifting something meaningful to someone you love.

If this set speaks to you or you’d like help choosing your tea blend, feel free to send me a message 🤍



Danielle Golner Ben Golner

02/04/2026

This space was created from the heart, for real people living real life.
When you like or share a post, you help this message reach the ones it’s meant for 🤍
I’m so grateful we get to grow this community together.

02/04/2026

I’m learning something about myself lately — I’m a much better caregiver than I am a patient.
I give solid herbal advice. I help others rest, calm, heal… and somehow forget to offer the same care to myself.

Since I was pregnant with my 7-year-old, I’ve struggled with insomnia. Seven years of 2–5 hours of sleep a night will humble you real quick. And I guess eventually you get sick and tired of feeling sick and tired enough to decide you deserve better.

So a few nights ago, I finally took my own advice and blended myself a simple nighttime tea with lemon balm, German chamomile, and ashwagandha root — and wow. One cup in and I felt my body say, okay… I’m tired now. Not wired-but-exhausted. Just ready for bed. I slept restfully and through the night.

Here’s why these three work so beautifully together:
• Lemon balm gently quiets a racing mind and calms nervous tension without making you groggy.
• German chamomile relaxes the body, eases muscle tension, and signals safety to the nervous system.
• Ashwagandha supports stress regulation at the root, helping lower cortisol so your body can actually rest.

Last night I invited my tea buddy — my oldest son — to join me. This morning before school he said, “Can you make us more of that tea tonight? It really helped me sleep.”
That one hit me right in the heart.

Why does it take desperation for me to care for myself the way I care for others — when the tools, the herbs, the remedies are already right here in my home?

Anyone else amazing at taking care of everyone… except themselves?

02/04/2026

💯 Some seasons stretched me thinner than I wanted my children to see. But love never left the room. I’m still choosing to love better than yesterday. I’m a Work in progress. And I love my children more than life itself. Some days I wish adulting, parenting and living just came easy or the healing the broken parts happened quickly so they didn’t have to see my struggle. Or be on the receiving end of my rough parts.

If someone asked me what kind of mom I was, I would answer honestly.
I tried.
Every single day.

I didn’t always know what I was doing.
I didn’t always get it right.
But I showed up.

I loved you hard.
The kind of love that doesn’t clock out.
The kind that keeps going even when the body is tired and the heart feels stretched thin.

I stayed.
Even on days when staying meant digging deeper than I knew how.
Even when fear whispered that I wasn’t enough.

I did not give up.

And that matters to me.
Because giving up would have been easier than fighting through my own exhaustion to be present for you.
Because walking away was never an option my heart could accept.

Still, I know this truth too.

There were moments I wish I could soften.

Moments where stress spoke first and patience came later.
Moments when my voice carried the weight of everything I was holding instead of the calm you deserved.
Moments when I was physically there, but emotionally trying to catch my breath.

There were times my own struggles showed up louder than my tenderness.
Times when survival mode ran the room.
Times when my nervous system was overwhelmed and it spilled into the space between us.

For that, I am sorry.

Not in a vague way.
Not in a way that excuses it.

In a real way.

I am sorry for the moments I moved too fast when you needed me to slow down.
I am sorry if my stress ever made you feel unseen.
I am sorry if my unfinished healing ever made you feel small.

That truth humbles me.

Because children don’t need perfect parents.
They need safe ones.
And safety includes gentleness, not just provision.

Please know this.

None of my rough edges were ever about you.

They were never a reflection of your worth.
Never a measure of how lovable you were.
Never because you were too much or not enough.

You were never the burden.

You were always the blessing.

Even on the hardest days.
Even when I was overwhelmed.
Even when I didn’t have the words or energy to say it well.

You were the reason I kept going when quitting felt tempting.
The reason I looked at myself honestly.
The reason I chose growth instead of repeating what hurt me.

You didn’t just need me.
You changed me.

You taught me how deep love can go.
How protective it can be.
How humbling it is to realize someone is watching you and learning what love looks like through you.

Motherhood has a way of exposing everything.
Your patience.
Your fears.
Your unresolved wounds.

And sometimes, those things surfaced before I had fully healed them.

I want you to know this too.

I am still growing.

Still learning how to respond instead of react.
Still learning how to slow my body down so my voice can stay gentle.
Still learning how to love with more presence and less pressure.

I am still choosing to love you better than I did yesterday.

That choice is intentional.
Daily.
Ongoing.

I don’t believe growth stops once children grow.
I don’t believe apologies are signs of weakness.
I believe accountability is love in action.

So if there were moments you felt confused by my tone,
or hurt by my stress,
or unsure if you were doing something wrong,

Please hear this clearly.

You were never the problem.

I was doing the best I could with what I knew then.
And now that I know better, I choose to do better.

Love doesn’t require perfection.
It requires honesty.
Repair.
And the courage to keep learning.

That is the kind of mother I am still becoming.

And loving you will always be the most important work of my life.

02/04/2026

I wanted to share a quick update.

Twelve days ago I had shoulder surgery to repair what I broke when I fell in my kitchen and dislocated my shoulder. Physically, healing has been going well—but mentally, it’s taken a bit of a strange toll. Nothing dramatic, just a reminder that trauma doesn’t always show up where you expect it to. You really never know what something like this can do to your psyche.

That said, I am on the mend and slowly finding my footing again. I’ll be easing back into posting as my healing continues.

Today was a really encouraging milestone in this journey—my stitches came out! I didn’t realize how much they were tugging until they were gone. Such a small thing, but it felt really good.

I start physical therapy this Friday, which feels like the next big step toward getting my arm (and independence) back. I’m looking forward to being able to do the little everyday things again—the ones you don’t realize you take for granted until you can’t do them. Putting my hair up, getting dressed without thinking twice… all of it.

I want to say thank you from the bottom of my heart to my husband and our kids for helping me daily with both the big and small things I can’t quite do yet. And thank you to everyone who has checked in, prayed, sent meals, or shared kind words. The love and support have truly been a blessing to me and my family during this season. 🤍

Healing continues.

01/17/2026

Well… the doctor’s orders are in.
It looks like shoulder surgery is next for me.

I won’t lie — this one feels big. I’m processing, praying, and taking things one step at a time. I know healing is a journey, and I also know so many of you have walked similar roads before me.

If you’ve been through shoulder surgery (or surgery in general), I would love to hear what helped you most —
✨ recovery tips
✨ things you wish you’d known beforehand
✨ items that made daily life easier
✨ words of encouragement you’d offer someone about to go through it

I’m choosing to lean into community, grace, and patience as I move through this season. Thank you in advance for sharing your experience — it truly means more than you know. 🤍

01/15/2026

For most of my life, I never really felt like I found a “calling” outside of being a wife and a mother. And truthfully, those roles have always mattered deeply to me. But there was still a quiet sense that something in me hadn’t been fully awakened yet.

About five years ago, I started stumbling across videos and posts about herbal medicine. At first, it was simple curiosity. I saw remedies that I thought might help some very special people in my life, so I started learning. Then I kept learning. And learning. I went down the deepest rabbit hole, absorbing everything I could about plants, roots, leaves, and the way the body responds to gentle, natural support.

Somewhere along the way, something shifted. What started as curiosity turned into passion. And that passion turned into clarity. For the first time, I could see who I wanted to be “when I grew up.”

Last year, I became a certified herbalist. And I can honestly say I’ve never felt more aligned. There is something incredibly powerful about working with simple, beautiful plants that support healing from the inside out. It feels ancestral. It feels intentional. And it feels like home.

I’m still a wife. I’m still a mother. But now I’m also someone who listens closely to the wisdom of plants — and that has changed me in the best way.