Saturday, October 10, 2026

Even by its Olympic standards for hyperbole and hypocrisy, the performance of the U.S. Senate during the fruitless, pre-Thanksgiving farm bill debate was breathtaking.

When I write about my life, people actually ask, with a straight face, if I make things up. When you learn about my people - my family - you soon realize that embellishment is rarely necessary.

It may seem a long way off, especially as you are managing the fall harvest, but winter will be here before we know it and along with it comes a variety of outstanding Extension workshops and educational seminars to help you be a better dairy producer.

I find it amazing, time and time again, how much the world is turning back around to the way it used to be long, long ago.

While you're recovering from Thanksgiving feasts and looking ahead to another month of holiday gorging, chew on these numbers: 702 million pounds The amount of sweet potatoes grown in 2006 in North Carolina, the nation's largest producer.

We often feel nostalgic and take time for reflection at holiday time. I hope you'll take some time for this poem.

Despite Thanksgiving's late November arrival, neither we nor the neighbors of the southern Illinois farm of my youth were done with harvest by the harvest holiday.

I am a soccer mom and I am OK with that.

Writer Sue Hubbell, a fiercely independent beekeeper who makes her living all alone on her land in the Ozarks, had to be convinced that she had a memoir worth writing.

In these very troubled times - national troubles, global troubles, financial troubles, violence troubles, climate and weather troubles, energy troubles, war troubles, strike troubles, health troubles, ad infinitum - there are many families who will surely have trouble being thankful this Thanksgiving Day.