An author and writing teacher recent posted a short online blog entry called, “Four Things You Need to Become a Writer.
I can’t open the mail, or another farm publication, or my e-mail without reading the word “ethanol.” We’re riding the e-wave right now, bobbing along on high corn prices and floating on renewable energy currents from Washington.
We’ve looked out our back windows and watched a bobcat prowl the edge of our woods. We’ve watched deer and wild turkeys.
Here it is. My Christmas list. It’s my farm editor Christmas list, not my personal wish list (stainless steel pots and pans, if you must know).
There is a sense of complacency about food safety: Our food supply is safe; I’ve never gotten sick. But the recent spinach/E.
In a perfect world, we’d never print another article like Tony Nicoletto’s page one story about his miraculous recovery from a farm accident.
I have a “first day on the job” speech I give all new editorial department employees. After I review the company’s policies, plan the training schedule, and point out the restrooms, I climb on the soapbox.
(Editor’s note: I wrote this column in July 2003. Re-reading it this week, it seemed like an appropriate piece to reprint.
Winding through the hills of Harrison County earlier this month, I turned onto a road and immediately eased up on the gas pedal as a colorful painted quilt block on a barnside caught my eye.
The U.S. Supreme Court waded into the waters of the United States earlier this summer, finally defining those waters for the U.