Being a farmer is just one part of our identities

In a business like dairy that balances on narrow margins, every chance for improvement offers opportunities to use resources more effectively and more efficiently

A dairy farmer’s daughter is the glue that holds together the family operation

While I was working on chores in our robot barn the other morning, I watched as the sun began to wake up, slowly transforming the sky from a star-speckled deep denim blue to a magnificent display

On this Labor Day holiday, people may be enjoying a day off from their job to relax and celebrate the unofficial closing of summer. But for many essential workers, that’s simply not possible

Farming is a dangerous occupation, but the costs of health insurance leave many uncovered or underinsured

Small jobs on the farm can create big learning opportunities for children

My farm boys have just two weeks of school left while many others are already out of school. It’s the time of year that kids look forward to the most, a magical time in childhood

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

This summer has been anything but typical thanks to COVID-19. While we still have three weeks left of summer here in the West, I am already wondering

Everyone has a different definition of what a farmer is. The worst I found came from dictionary.com, and it was, “an unsophisticated person from a rural area.”

It will be an image that I’ll never be able to forget. On a cool July morning, my husband received a call from his mother, screaming, “Fire!”

We began planting corn on the third of June, nearly six weeks later than we originally planned

Dairy farming has always felt like an uphill battle. The hours, the pay, the public perception; it feels like too much

"Pretty sure there’s poop in my boot. Yup, I can feel it sticking to my sock. Oh! It is wet, and I can feel it in my toes! And now it’s gone. Not the poop, but the boot. Where did it go?

School cancellations make kids scream with joy. Staying in pajamas, baking cookies, watching movies, and then heading out to play in the snow — oh, what fun!

This is a friendly reminder to all of you, and myself — never give up on your dreams. I once had dreams

In our part of the country, we don’t rely on pivots and canals to water our crops; we look to the sky and wait for the clouds to open up and give us rain