Category: Farming
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Have you ever stopped to realize how the phases of life don’t always align with the ones you love most? When I was younger, the plan was simple: grow up with your best friends, graduate together, marry our high school sweethearts, build dream homes, raise babies at the same time, take family vacations, and grow…
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Individuality feels like a thing of the past. Everywhere I look, someone’s trying to be like the next. Everyone’s “keeping up with the Joneses”—and in the process, forgetting who they really are. I’ll be honest—I’ve felt it too. I’ve caught myself wondering: Am I doing it right? Am I enough? Am I missing something because…
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As a farmer’s daughter—and now a farmer’s wife—I’ve watched my heroes struggle. I’ve seen my dad wrestle with rising seed prices, the unpredictability of corn markets, and equipment breaking down at the worst possible times. And more recently, I’ve watched my sweet husband face some of the hardest challenges we’ve ever known—more equipment failures than…
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When I was first pregnant with VJ, I heard it all— “Just wait until…” The sleepless nights. The pain and discomfort of labor. The struggle of setting boundaries with family. And on and on. And while I know those “just wait” comments were meant to prepare me for the hard parts, I can’t help but…
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If there’s one thing about my life—it’s that no two days are ever the same. Truth be told, I never really know what I’m going to get into, and honestly? I wouldn’t have it any other way. Between the farm in Liberty, our house in Ruffin, marketing and designing for not one, not two, but…
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What does your day look like most days? Is there a schedule? Do you ever actually know what your plans are? If you’re like me, it’s a big ol’ nope to both. Sure—I know what needs to get done: 🐄 Feed the animals. 🍽 Cook dinner. 🧹 Try to straighten the house. (That’s a BIG…
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Vacationing in this chapter of life looks a whole lot different than it did five years ago. Back then, it just took packing up the dogs’ things, tossing a bag in the truck, and heading to my parents’ beach camper for the weekend. We’d relax, unplug, and not think twice. But that was before the…
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Am I present enough? Do I spend enough time with her? Sometimes I wonder… Are the memories we’re making truly fun and meaningful—or will she only remember the long days on the farm and the late dinners eaten on the tailgate? Truth is, I have no idea. But I do know this: My favorite memories…
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It might be one of the most important jobs on the farm… yet also one of the least desired: the gate opener. It’s usually the one riding shotgun—the person who hops in and out of the truck or tractor to open the gates to pastures and fields. I used to dread it. If it’s dry,…
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Marriage is a lot like farming. Some days are full of sunshine—you get the gates open on the first try, the hay bales stack just right, and everything feels in sync. Other days? You’re knee-deep in mud, chasing a cow you told him to sell months ago, wondering why you ever thought this life—or this…
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