Colleen Kottke

1 week ago | wisfarmer.com | Colleen Kottke

Over 900 students participated in the Kewaunee County Ag Career Days event held at Ebert Enterprises. Students engaged in hands-on activities like engine repair and feed mixing, learning about different career options. Organizers hope to address misconceptions about agriculture and inspire future generations to consider agricultural careers.

1 week ago | wisfarmer.com | Colleen Kottke

Colleen KottkeOver 900 students from Algoma, Denmark, Kewaunee, Luxemburg-Casco and Southern Door school districts as well as area parochial and home-schoolers attended Ag Career Days at Ebert Enterprises in Algoma on April 29 and 30, 2025. Launched by the Kewaunee County Economic Development Corporation, the event is a hands-on opportunity for middle-school students to explore careers in agriculture. Colleen Kottke/Wisconsin State FarmerA student attempt to take a soil core sample.

1 week ago | sheboyganpress.com | Colleen Kottke

It was the day after we celebrated Mother's Day in 2011 that my mother learned she had inoperable lung cancer. Only 24 hours before the terrible news, she had been admiring the blossoms on her flowering crabapple tree — and hoping for good news. I promised her she would not walk this journey alone. My mother was diagnosed with Stage 3b lung cancer, but I refused to look up the survival rate percentages. I knew in my heart she was in for the battle of her life.

1 week ago | wisfarmer.com | Colleen Kottke

It was the day after we celebrated Mother's Day in 2011 that my mother learned she had inoperable lung cancer. Only 24 hours before the terrible news, she had been admiring the blossoms on her flowering crabapple tree ‒ and hoping for good news. I promised her she would not walk this journey alone. My mother was diagnosed with Stage 3b lung cancer, but I refused to look up the survival rate percentages. I knew in my heart she was in for the battle of her life.

1 week ago | thenorthwestern.com | Colleen Kottke

It was the day after we celebrated Mother's Day in 2011 that my mother learned she had inoperable lung cancer. Only 24 hours before the terrible news, she had been admiring the blossoms on her flowering crabapple tree — and hoping for good news. I promised her she would not walk this journey alone. My mother was diagnosed with Stage 3b lung cancer, but I refused to look up the survival rate percentages. I knew in my heart she was in for the battle of her life.