A new year is finally upon us, and I’m sure I am not the only one who is excited to turn the page on 2020

It’s January cold here in Georgia. No ice or snow, just that cuts-you-like-a-knife wind and rain

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.

Twas the week before Christmas, and all across the world, COVID-19 was raging, a new year ‘bout to unfurl

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

Vaccinations are top of mind for most people right now, as the first COVID-19 vaccines for Americans were distributed this week

I asked several dairy farmers who are successful in connecting with consumers through social media

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

If there ever was a year that needed the joy of the holiday spirit, it’d be 2020. It’s undoubtedly been a long and crazy year

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

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

Let’s talk about fog really quick, shall we? In my hometown, we get some pretty impressive fog

TikTok is controversial, but one thing that it isn't lacking is attention, particularly from young consumers

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

We can all agree that the angry animal activists are the worst, right? They don’t just comment on one post and move on, they ask their friends to attack, too

In my last blog, I shared insights from the Animal Agriculture Alliance’s report from the virtual Farmed Animal Conference E-Summit (FACES) hosted during the summer