My mom has been a cardiac nurse for over 30 years now. She currently works in the outpatient part of a cardiac cath lab at a hospital in Peoria. She preps and recovers patients who are in for outpatient cardiac procedures, blood transfusions, etc. When her patients first arrive, she has to ask them a series of questions, you know the ones I’m talking about, and you’ve most likely heard them all before. What current medications are you taking, how long since you last ate a meal, etc.? The one in particular that sticks out most in my mind and most people scoff at when she asks it is, “Do you feel safe in your home or feel threatened in any way?” For most people, the answer is “no.” But, if we were to take that question out of context and apply it to family farms and production agriculture, I think the answer would be a resounding “YES!”
A wise agricultural communicator once told me (and continues to) that “to communicate is the beginning of understanding.” She’s 100% accurate. It is through effective (and objective) communication we are all able to become more informed and educated on current events, issues, and other things that interest or even amuse us. It is a mantra many Ag journalists/communicators I know live by each and every day. Believe me, if you had Dr. Jim Evans, Del Dahl, or Bob Siebrecht for any ag communications courses at the University of Illinois, that phrase became deeply ingrained in your brain. It is also a mantra I feel more people should take into consideration when it comes to making informed decisions or “choosing sides” when it comes to current events and issues.
Hello friends! I can’t begin to describe how excited I am to share this podcast with you. Just over a week ago, Holly, Emily, and I had the opportunity to take our podcast on the road and share with women of all ages at the 2015 Women in Agriculture Conference at Jumer’s Casino in Rock Island. From gaining a new perspective on what the next 5 years of farming is going to look like from Dr. David Kohl in the morning, to visiting with friends we hadn’t seen in a while to “podcasting,” on stage, live, in front of a ballroom full of women (did I mention, we were on stage, with microphones?), we had a wonderful time.
Over the past few months, I’ve been more of an observer on social media than a participant. This is partially due to the overwhelming (but extremely rewarding) choice of becoming an Ag Teacher and FFA Advisor. It is also because I’m a perfectionist, so naturally, any spare time has been spent working on lesson plans, learning from amazing teacher mentors, FFA activities, and every so often, sleeping…
Hello friends! It has certainly been too long since my last blog post of the beginning of the school year. It’s hard to believe we are starting the month of October. This first quarter of school has certainly flown by. I promise I will update you all soon on the many activities of the Midwest Central FFA Chapter. We have a great group of kids in our program this year and I’m excited to share their accomplishments with you!
Before I share some news, I must admit I am ashamed! It has been almost 2 whole months since I last blogged. Terrible! This summer has flown by in the blink of an eye. Somewhere in the middle of this mass chaos we call summer on the farm, a new opportunity presented itself I am very excited about. Nervous, but excited…
In our latest Farm Wife podcast we talk about a subject that we have discussed at great lengths “off-air,” but never “on-air,” Emily’s exciting news (I am so happy for their family!) and my battle with Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome (PCOS). I can honestly say without the support of these two, incredible farm moms, I would have lost this battle a long time ago. I am blessed to call them friends.
There is nothing quite like the smell of freshly cut peas. It’s comparable to the smell of fresh cut grass or even alfalfa, but it’s 1,000 times better! It’s delightful. Last night, Braden brought home a cooler full of freshly picked peas from the 55 acre field Ron commercially grows for Del Monte.
Since before he can remember, all my husband Braden ever wanted to do was farm. He started farming full time at an early age starting with the carpet in the living room of the farm house we live in today. Debbie, my mother-in-law, never had to worry too much about where Braden was because she could hear the “noises” the machinery was making while Braden was discing, planting, spraying and harvesting…