I was raised in the city and am now married to the farm. By day I am a Marketing Specialist with the North Carolina Department of Agriculture. In the evening I am a farm wife and mother.


Women In Ag: There's No Shame in Buying Breakfast

Dear Sir:

Last month I was standing by the counter at a fast food restaurant around 9:30 in the morning, waiting for my order of a breakfast biscuit and a drink.  You came up to me and asked if I was getting breakfast.  Dumbfounded, I answered “Yes” because it seemed obvious to me - why else would I be there?  

Your response was to tell me, and these weren’t your exact words, something to the effect of, “You should be home cooking breakfast” and went on to tell me how terrible it was that nobody cooks anymore.


Women in Ag: 5 Things I Learned from School Food Tasting

I spent most of this week with school nutrition professionals, taste testing over 40 recipes that have been developed featuring fruits and vegetables offered through the North Carolina Farm to School program. This project started over a year ago and is still several months from completion. The goal is to have recipes that are standardized, meet federal requirements, are cost- and labor-effective, and feature fresh produce grown in our state.


Women in Ag: Looking for a Man

Across North Carolina sweet potato farmers are on the lookout for a man. He’s ant-like in appearance, about 1/4 inch long, with a metallic blue head and wing covers and bright orange-red thorax and legs.  

Farmers are so serious about finding this man there are traps in every sweet potato field, packing shed and processing facility.  There are regulations on movement of sweet potato plants, roots and ornamental sweet potato plants or other hosts.  


Women in Ag: When the Barn Burns

Smoke.  The shrill alarm of a fire truck.  These are sights and sounds no tobacco farmer wants to see or hear during harvest season.  
Two weeks ago friends heard and saw just that when they lost three bulk barns to a fire.  Fire claimed one of My Farmer’s barns years ago.  Several years ago we got the call that a neighbor’s barns were on fire.  I still remember the sight of firefighters scrambling to put out the blaze, pulling the metal boxes full of cured crop out of the barn to extinguish any flames.  

Women in Ag: Halt! Who Goes There?

One Sunday while driving to scout our fields, I noticed that the power poles in one field had purple paint on them. “Why are those poles painted?” I asked. Turns out I was getting ready for a lesson on trespassing.