The morning routine at Shirley’s Middletown ranch house has evolved into something of a ritual. Coffee brews while she arranges seven translucent orange bottles on her kitchen counter, the early light catching each plastic container like small amber lanterns. “This one’s for my heart,” she says, tapping the tallest bottle. “These two are for blood…
That familiar tickle in your throat has returned, along with the sneezing fits that interrupt your morning coffee on the porch. Yes, it’s allergy season again in Howell—that time when our picturesque Michigan town transforms into a beautiful but sneeze-inducing landscape for many of us. As someone who’s spent years behind the pharmacy counter watching…