I’m Proud to Be a Farmer’s Daughter—Even If Some Look Down on Me
I grew up on a sweet potato farm ten miles outside town, where mornings began before sunrise and “vacation” meant the county fair. The smell of damp earth and coffee was my alarm clock, and my parents moved with the steady purpose of people who built their lives acre by acre. A scholarship to a…
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