Guest Blog

It was one of those falls up here that was wetter than normal. We had gotten our corn silage chopped off, and now we were going at our high-moisture corn. I always hired my neighbor, Howie, to come with his combine and two trucks to harvest my corn.

Maybe it’s a workout class, going on a walk or chasing the cows that got out last night. The better shape you’re in, the better you feel and the better you perform.

While listening to a recent National Public Radio broadcast about women in leadership roles, the term “safe women” was mentioned multiple times. I was intrigued, irritated and then inspired to speak from the heart. During the interview, safe women were portrayed as women who can be counted on to do what is expected of them.

I’ve been doing a lot of reading lately. I guess, in all honesty, it’s my attempt to begin to get a grasp on so many of the complexities life has to offer. While I wish I could say that I have made a vow to reduce time on social media, often this reading occurs at the end of a long day when I find myself on my phone searching for … something.

It’s 7:45 a.m., and I am sitting on my couch uncomfortable and wondering how difficult it’s going to be to get back up off the couch when I am done. Although I am only 36 weeks into my pregnancy, I only made it 35 weeks with my last, so this is like my 40 weeks.

The farmer is the central cog in a system wherein all ancillary cogs profit because the central cog keeps turning. Seed and agrochemical companies, animal breeders, equipment dealers, crop insurance salesmen and bankers on the front end, and food processors and manufacturers on the tail end – they all need the farmers' wheels to keep spinning in order to make money.