Health & Wellness

Young boy walking a dog in winter.

Some dog jackets parallel the best haute couture has to offer. Are they being worn for fashion or function?

The air was warm. The evening was young. Lake Minnetonka fishing guide Kolt Ringer had his reasons for believing 11-year-old Ethan Bosacker’s line was caught on a weed.

Fletcher, an English cocker spaniel, knows how to embrace summer. Enjoying the breeze on Jennings Bay on Lake Minnetonka, this 35-pound, 4-year-old dog adores letting the lake wind blow in his face, as any good Minnesotan would—human or otherwise.

It’s that time of year again—when teens trade in their daily sleep-in routine for the dreaded alarm clock, kids are cooped up in classrooms and shuttled to after-school activities, and parents everywhere are stocking up on tissues and cough drops.

Jessica Rosenberg says she was designing Revlon and Aveda products to make people feel good about themselves when she had an epiphany: To truly make people feel good, she would have to start from the inside out.


Every day, Kelly Abernathy sends her third-grade son to Groveland Elementary with a healthy lunch that would make any mom proud and any kid eager for the lunch bell to ring.

Looking for a way to kick start your workout routine?  In the mood to try something new? Take a look at three unique lake-area fitness facilities offering  group classes, personal training and even nutritious meals that can help set you on a new path toward better health.


A hankering for lobster dinner at Lord Fletcher’s led Cameron Dahlin to Lake Minnetonka on a beautiful evening last August. On his way to dinner, Dahlin stopped by the Shorewood Yacht Club to borrow a friend’s boat to take to Lord Fletcher’s.

"Here come the Westies!" the parade announcer says enthusiastically as the two-block-long-procession of West Highland Terriers dressed as furry, four-legged versions of Uncle Sam--complete with red, white and blue handmade costumes and matching miniature top hats--comes into view on the downtown

I am a soccer neophyte. I have been swept into the vortex of the tsunami-like sub-culture of the country’s burgeoning preoccupation with soccer. Four of my nine grandchildren have joined the hordes of youngsters who genuflect at the altar of the soccer god.

In 2004, farmland in Independence was transformed into Windsong Farm Golf Club, a unique members-only prairie course. However, just four years later, the club was in financial trouble. Anticipated member quotas hadn’t been met and the loan was too large.