A couple days ago, when I was out in the barn feeding the cows, something that happened many years ago came to my mind. I was surprised because I hadn’t thought about it in years. But it brought a smile to my face, and I then realized I had to write about it.

Over the years, I have seen many dads come and go. I have met great ones and not-so-great ones. I’ve seen dads who dote on their children and dads who completely abandon their little ones.

I was working off of a playground tip, and the first thing I noticed was: The gym was blue – the walls, the court – as in so much blue that when I walked out of it an hour later, the colors of the outside world didn’t seem to fit anymore. It was a Croatian who told me about the weekly pickup game, but because the men usually spoke English to each other, I gathered they came from different countries in eastern Europe.

Seventeen years ago, I was introduced to a tiny Holstein spring calf that taught me more about life than any person I’d ever met. She wasn’t even my own calf. She belonged to my sister, who had just turned 8 and joined 4-H. I was only 6 and anxiously awaiting my birthday in two years so I could have a calf of my own.

If you're reading this, you are one of the six people who read my column. Thank you. Actually, if you are reading this, then chances are you’re a farmer or work in agriculture.

Social media is like a difficult curve ball that even the best baseball player struggles to hit. It requires practice, willpower and a little luck to be an all-star. The average teen is spending up to nine hours a day on social media. It is more critical now than ever to be active on social media platforms.

With three rambunctious boys, I’m thanking my lucky stars (and knocking on wood) that we’ve had relatively few serious illnesses or injuries. It was just a few weeks ago when Cooper burned his little toes and I found myself wondering if this was the accident that finally sent us to urgent care.

If you follow me on social media at all, you probably know that I am basically obsessed with my dog. I love dogs in general, but my dog, Cash, is just the best.

Every day, dairy farmers go to great lengths to care for their cows. In this series from Dairy MAX, Tara Vander Dussen of New Mexico shares her story about caring for newborn calves during Winter Storm Goliath.

You may not think of yourself as the CEO for your dairy because you don’t wear a tie or have a corner office, but you are a chief executive officer. Once you’ve come to terms with your C-suite status, I would recommend you read a recent article from the Harvard Business Review.