Life

Missouri Life magazine's new editor-in-chief, Sandy Selby, greets readers through the My Missouri Life column.
I popped up from my nest of pillows and books in the back of the family station wagon and announced, “I’m going to live in Missouri when I grow up.” I made that declaration at age nine as my family traveled from our home in northeastern Oklahoma to Branson for a vacation.

These 4 juice joints are jumping! There’s no shortage of atmosphere at these speakeasies, although you can go without the element of danger from the Prohibition era to get your classic cocktails. Tell ’em Big MO, you know, the Lifer, sent you!

Like most staff members at Special Olympics Missouri (SOMO), Crystal Schuster wears multiple hats, juggling duties from managing the medals and awards stand at events to being a key part of SOMO’s fundraising team. SOMO supports programs and athletic competition for nearly seventeen thousand Missouri athletes with intellectual disabilities. Now in her sixteenth year with SOMO, Crystal’s primary role as development director is working with the Law Enforcement Torch Run for Special Olympics.

St. Louisans may not have visions of sugar-plums dancing in their heads this Christmas and New Year's season. Instead, dreams will be filled with artisan toasted ravioli.

Missouri Life magazine has added three new members to its staff to bring readers a look at the people, culture, artwork, food, and stories that define the Show-Me State.

In our second episode, we delve into the history of communes and utopian communities in Missouri.

Is the beard real? What makes a good Santa? Is there training? How do you eat all those cookies on Christmas Eve? You’ve got questions, and we got the answers when we interviewed Santa Claus.

An abundance of decorative, tasty, and educational festivities are on top in Kansas City during this holiday season.

“Fishing’s not just about catching, it’s about getting out and enjoying the outdoors. Catching fish is a bonus.” Granddad had many sayings like these that helped form a foundation that directly influenced my path in life. I’ve often wondered who—or what—would’ve come of me without that influence so early on. Fishing and life are one in the same if you asked me. The lessons learned on the water most definitely last a lifetime.

An old roofless silo stands in the south field of my Missouri hay farm. While the exact circumstances are a mystery, neighbors say the silo lost its roof over forty years ago. Nothing is left of it now except for the bare ends of rebar exposed on top.