05/14/2026
I know many of you are waiting for me to tell more of the story.
And believe me, there is much more of a story to tell.
But I will not be publicly unpacking every message, rumor, accusation, attack, police report, or private detail while active litigation is ongoing. That is not wisdom, and it is not the path I am being called to walk right now.
What I will say is this:
Yes, I am under attack.
Not just legally.
Personally.
Financially.
Spiritually.
Physically.
Last night I received more messages showing that people are still gossiping not only about my business, but even about my health.
And what struck me most was not anger.
It was sadness.
Because so many people are willing to talk about someone without ever once talking to them.
If you have questions about me, ask me.
If you want truth, ask me.
If you think I have wronged you, ask me.
I am not perfect. I have made mistakes in my life and I own them openly. But I will not participate in gossip, and I will not build my future on bitterness, revenge, or tearing others apart.
What many people do not realize is that the stress of all of this has taken a real toll on my health. I have been dealing with severe hypertension and medication adjustments that at times leave me with blurred vision, dizziness, headaches, and feeling physically “off” enough that even looking at my phone or posting online becomes difficult.
That is why I have been quieter lately.
Not because I have disappeared.
Not because the farm is failing.
And not because I have stopped working.
The work never stopped.
I know who I am and more importantly I know whose I am.
God put me on this path long before any of this started.
This farm is not just a business to me.
It is my grandparents’ legacy.
It is my mother’s story.
It is years of sacrifice, work, soil, storms, animals, harvests, and service.
It is part of my calling.
And despite everything happening around me, that calling has not changed.
People see gates closed and assume failure.
What they do not see are the legal attacks, the financial restructuring, the business interference, the health toll, the insurance burdens, and the reality of trying to keep a public farm alive while under constant pressure from people determined to dismantle it piece by piece.
So no, the farm is not failing.
I am protecting it.
And while all of this plays out, I will continue doing exactly what I have always done:feeding people,
growing food, caring for animals, building Farm to Food Bank, and serving my community however I can.
Because while God has you waiting, you do what all waiters do:
You serve.
So I will serve.
I will work.
I will stay rooted.
All truths reveal themselves in time.
