The first time I did chores was like no other experience.The feeling of warmth in the barn. The feeling of safety

The “farm kid” identity definitely carries a weighted list of stereotypes — some may be perceived as negative while others prove to be a positive in the job and internship search

Farmers and agriculturalists have always known that their industry never takes a day off

On January 5, 2020, my friends and I were on our way to spend 10 days in China with the Cornell University Dairy Fellows program

The world is a weird place filled with uncertainty. Last year illustrated this, but sadly we were only a handful of days into the new year when 2021 documented this, too

It’s no secret that more and more farmers are feeling the call to share their lives on social media. As one of those farmers, I say it’s a calling that you eventually can’t ignore

For most people, January is considered a fresh start. Belongings are often organized and purged to make room for the new, nutrition is top of mind after indulging in holiday treats, and many consider improving...

Dear farmers/caretakers/blood, sweat and tear givers, I see you at the wee hours of the morning thawing waterers of ice.

Are we breeding cows wrong? It is an honest question. Have we lost sight of how or when to breed cows?

For me, social media and blogging has been both a blessing and a struggle. To be honest, sometimes lately it’s more of the latter

I’m not going to lie to you: You haven’t been my favorite year. Just like every January, I had all the big expectations

I’ve had the same sticker on the back window of my now-rusted-out Pontiac G6 for 10 years

Wow, it has been a long day. It has been a long, trying, terribly good bad day. It’s been one of those days where you walk in the house in nothing but your undies

Dairy farming is traditionally thought of as a generational vocation. Farms are handed down from parents to children over time, or from an owner to a successor

As a farm mom and wife, you get pretty good about waiting, or at least I have

I’m writing this through tears of anger, frustration, disbelief, and exhaustion. I am so tired of being a farmer

I have a notebook where I dump everything from my brain. Thoughts, to-do lists, goals . . . you name it, it’s all there

My view today is filled with rain, snow, sleet, and lots of fog (because that’s Midwest weather for you)

For many of us, the last Friday the 13th (back in March) was the last normal day we had, and the first day we realized how serious this pandemic really was

When my mother was sick and dying, my older sister, Cathy, did a lot to help take care of her