I Drove Six Hours to My Sister’s Wedding—Then Saw My Face on a “Do Not Enter” Sign

what she meant: nothing that suggested the farm. The next guideline was about conversation—keep things light, no talk about crops or weather or the cooperative, nothing that might lead anyone to assume I worked with dirt under my nails. “Please don’t remind anyone that our family farmed for generations,” she wrote carefully. Then she asked that I avoid continue reading …