My sup origin story goes way back. Many moons ago after I had already left Bloomfield, I heard through the grapevine that Bobby Closser was the mayor of Drakesville. Kmoney say whaaaaat?

I was shocked. I was young and didn't realize that anyone can just run for office. We went to school together and he was only a couple of years or so older than me. I thought to myself, well, if he could be mayor then I could too.

I didn’t have a desire to pursue politics by any means, but that always stuck in my mind.

Sometime after that, I got it in my mind that if I could be mayor of Bloomfield, it would fix my family name. You see, many moons before I even had any moons, my dad and brothers had some legal trouble that tarnished the Hines name.

Eventually when I was 13, my brother had a shootout with law enforcement (before it was trending) and was killed not far from where I live now.

About six years later, we added another Hines affiliated shooting to the family resume. My dad let two hitchhikers stay at the Kritter Farm and one of them shot the other right about where my picnic table is today.

While I never got into any type of trouble, it still impacted me, I remember being with friends as a teenager and getting pulled over. The cop asked who all was in the car. The driver named us all and when he got to my name, the cop asked if I had any weapons on me. As a 14 year old girl, I was not packing nor was I a threat to anyone. That was when I realized I had to carry some burdens that weren't mine.

So back to the future, I made it a goal to become mayor of Bloomfield. It wasn't so much a conscious decision, but a not so subtle whisper from God.

Throughout my life there have been things that I've just felt I had to do, like it wasn't even a choice. It was already decided for me somehow and I just needed to be ready.

Being mayor was one of those things.

I couldn't even imagine how that would be possible because I never thought I would move back to Bloomfield. The less likely I was to relocate home though, the more sure I was that I had to be mayor.

Suddenly while living in Los Angeles it became apparent that I needed to move home for my son. Tyler was 15 and living with his dad in Missouri. They weren’t getting along and Tyler wanted to be with me but he hated L.A. I couldn't be there for him unless I was there for him so I moved back to the family property.

The only thing left was an old cabin that was really a remodeled barn. It had been empty for years and was in bad shape.

I spent a couple of months without hot water or electricity trying to get the place restored. Friends I hadn't seen in years and new friends I met along the way came out in full force to help me.

That taught me what it meant to be part of a community. In all the places I have lived over the years, I was just there; I was never truly part of it.

Suddenly I had an appreciation for being home that I never could've had without leaving and coming back. I loved being part of the community.

I started working as a reporter for The Bloomfield Democrat. I joined the Bloomfield Volunteer Fire Department. I also started my own nuisance wildlife business, Kritter Kim Wildlife Removal, because that's what I had been doing in L.A.

Before I moved back I emailed the mayor at that time and asked him about how to be mayor. He did not reply.

Once here, I learned you had to live in town to be mayor. I guess I should've realized that, but I didn't.

I had it in my mind that I would rent an apartment in town eventually so I could be mayor. Then my boyfriend, Kyle from California, joined me. He is more inherently redneck than I ever thought of being. We acquired dogs and cats and chickens and moving to town faded from my dreams.

County supervisor was suggested to me. I thought about it and prayed about it. I started attending the supervisor meetings to report on them for the newspaper. One election came and went. Alan Yahnke was up for re-election; he ran unopposed. I thought and prayed.

By attending those meetings each week, I fell in love with the Davis County Board of Supervisors. Well, I fell into strong like anyway, love might be reaching a bit!

Week after week, I watch the guys make decisions of varying importance. I watch issues come up and the steps taken to resolution. It's like watching a TV show. If you miss an episode, you get behind on what happened. While that show won't score very high on Rotten Tomatoes, I don't ever want to miss an episode.

The thing that people miss from just reading the minutes and even from reading my articles is the humanity and the humility in that tiny little office on the second floor of the courthouse. The guys really care about the Davis County community. They pay property taxes and live on gravel roads just like me and most of the people in the county. They're just trying to help.

That's what I want to do! I just want to help.

So while my journey started because I wanted to do good things for the community in order to pay a little Hines restitution and restore my family name (which no one in Davis County has anymore besides me), has turned into me really wanting to serve for the sake of serving.

The guys told me that often people will run who have one problem and think they'll get elected and change things. A one agenda candidate isn't good. I'm happy to say that I don't have any problems. I don't even mind the condition of my gravel road. I just want to suit up and show up for my community.

There has only been one woman supervisor ever in Davis County--JoElla Cossel in 1983. That is the year I was born. I feel like JoElla would want this for me too. There's also only been one woman mayor in Bloomfield. Hazel Nardini was elected in 1970 and again in 1986.