I’M A FARMER’S DAUGHTER—AND SOME PEOPLE THINK THAT MAKES ME LESS
From Soil to Self: Embracing My Roots My earliest memories are marked by the steady cadence of life on a sweet potato farm. Before the sun even touched the horizon, my family was already out in the fields. The biggest event of our year was a trip to the county fair, and my parents—hands calloused and nails dark with earth—taught me the value of perseverance and purpose. Their lessons in dignity and determination became my compass. Leaving the Fields, Finding My Voice When I earned a scholarship to a prestigious high school in the city, people called it my golden…
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