Thursday, November 5, 2026

Who would I be without my sisters? I am talking both about the sisters who were born into my life, and the sisters I have chosen throughout my adult life.

For a month, now, we've run a request for recipes from our readers to be used in the next Farm and Dairy cookbook.

Obviously, it is never too early for me to start scheming - and worrying - about where my next sugar rush will come from.

More than most months, September delivers farmers key numbers - yield per acre, weaning weight, price per pound or bushel - they will live with for the coming months.

It is the job of a parent to create order out of a somewhat chaotic world, to orchestrate the subtle and the major things within a child's life.

On mornings when I'm not working away from home, around 7:50, our dog Lydia begins her bark that usually announces just about anything that moves in our vicinity.

There are just some things no woman ever wants to hear from her spouse including: "Honey, I've met someone.

How does it happen that a tiny 2-pound bundle of energy can take over the world as we know it? Back in July, a tiny little Yorkshire terrier came to be a part of our family.

The wind died down around 2 p.m. Monday, Aug. 29. In that lull, Mississippi dairyman Bucky Jones scrambled out to the barn to milk his 80 Holsteins.

mages of Hurricane Katrina's destruction blast from our televisions pierced us with secondhand sorrow.