Grab your tissues! Fourth-generation farmer and resident storyteller Brita Lundberg reflects on a BIG day for our family and our farm 👇 I cried when I first read this article. Like a baby. Almost four years ago, I quit my dream job in New York to move back to my family's farm. I had worked so hard to carve out a career in book publishing and, suddenly, I was throwing it all away. I worried I was making a mistake. But, after years of helping authors tell their stories, I wanted to help my family tell ours. I grew up spending days in the fields with my dad and hours around my grandparents’ kitchen table, listening to stories about the farm. The Dust Bowl days, when Great-Grandma Frances would run from window to window, stuffing each one with wet rags to keep the dust out. The early days, when Great-Grandpa Albert started to buy land and everybody told him he would “go broke” on it, but he told his boys it just needed a good farmer. The not-too-distant days, when my Grandpa Harlan ...