Anyone who watches the nightly news knows the challenges our country is facing economically – especially when it comes to the high rates of unemployment. How would you react if one day, suddenly, out of the blue, you were asked Read more…
My grandma Bella, my sweet hunchbacked European Jewish war survivor. Grandma had a brand on her arm and a small old brown suitcase in her closet that contained her cherished possessions, the only three pictures of her family that remained, Read more…
For the most part, the people reading these stories are already likely on the “prepper train”, and each of you have good reasons to prepare for the unseen and unknown. This is my story and my reasons: After graduating from Read more…
My name is Tiffany and I am 26 years old and a married mother of 3—and I am a prepper. The name “prepper” to me can be labeled on a catalog of different people. For me it started roughly 2 Read more…
For years I have had the fear of something happening and thought maybe I was alone in these thoughts until recently. I have been a closet food hoarder for several years but every Christmas I would box it up and Read more…
I think being prepared is part of life. You pack for a trip, you anticipate the things you will need and you acquire them before they are needed. It’s a way of life, a way of being responsible for yourself Read more…
I don’t have any friends among Preparedness fans and I know that none of my own friends are even remotely interested in reading this post. However, that said, I sincerely hope that the message I want to share will help Read more…
In the summer of 2002 my family moved to south Texas. My husband was working across the border in Mexico everyday. Our daughter was about to turn 3, and I was very pregnant with our first son. The news was Read more…
It seems everyone is joking about zombies these days. Having avoided horror movies most of our lives, we must admit we’re still not exactly sure what zombies are. We are not worried about preparing for something that doesn’t seem like Read more…
I grew up in a small town in Minnesota where nobody seemed to have their own name until they were an adult- and until that time, you were “John Olsen’s boy,” or “Jean Brown’s eldest daughter.” With the older generation, Read more…