I grew up on a small family farm, where childhood looked like 4-H animals in the barn, hay bales stacked taller than me, and long days working alongside my brother and our grandparents. We learned by doing — fencing pastures, baling hay, cleaning barns, walking beans, picking rocks, feeding livestock, naming every animal, and helping wherever we were needed. It wasn’t fancy, but it was real — the kind of life that teaches you early to thank God for simple things and hard days that grow you.

As we got older, our days shifted from barn chores to fieldwork. We teased each other, laughed through long hours in the field, and never took life too seriously. When we weren’t farming, we were outside — duck hunting with our Grandpa at sunrise, deer hunting when the weather turned cold, or fishing with our grandparents on quiet summer days. Sometimes we’d tag along to sales barns and local auctions. The work was hard, but the memories were easy — rushing to finish chores before sunset and finding joy in the kind of days most people overlook.

Some of my favorite memories live in those fields and on those waters, especially the ones shared with my brother — moments that feel even more precious now that he’s watching over us from heaven.

Today, the farm is still a big part of my life. I farm alongside my dad, my husband, and my in-laws, carrying forward the same roots I was raised with.

The influence of all my grandparents lives in that, too. The way they lived, the things they taught us, and the memories we made with them still guide me today and shape how I’m raising my own kids. And my grandma who’s still on our home farm is a daily reminder of what they all poured into us. Watching her stay rooted in this life shows me just how strong and beautiful it really is.

Now I get to raise my own kids the same way — learning by doing, helping where they can, and growing up surrounded by family, faith, and the kind of childhood you simply can’t replace.

My brother’s memory is woven into all of this too. He loved farming, tractors, animals, and the outdoors. Carrying on this life and sharing it with my children feels like keeping a part of him close — honoring the laughter, values, and love for the land that he left with us.

That’s a big part of why I started Tatum & Twine — because farm kids and rural families deserve to see their real lives reflected in what they wear and grow up around. Small farms are disappearing every year, and it’s easy to forget the love, sweat, and sacrifice that hold them together. This life isn’t polished or perfect, but it’s real — and it’s worth protecting.

Right now, I hand-select pieces that fit our farm-raised lifestyle — soft, comfortable, practical, and full of childhood joy. And as this dream grows, I hope to design and create my own line inspired by the life we love: early mornings, muddy boots, deer stands at dawn, tractor rides at sunset, and raising little ones with roots as deep as the fields they play in.

Welcome to Tatum & Twine.

From our farm to your home — thank you for being here. 🤍

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