06/09/2026
First, thank you.
The outpouring of love, prayers, messages, phone calls, hugs, and support since Saturday has meant more to me than I can adequately express. I am deeply grateful for every person who has checked in, reached out, and cared.
That said, I need to ask for your help.
Please help me keep my attention on the blessings rather than the trauma. Tell me you’re glad to see me. Talk to me about farming, animals, food, gardening, the weather, or whatever ordinary thing comes to mind.
As much as I understand that the questions come from a place of love and concern, I have found myself reliving Saturday’s events over and over again. While I appreciate everyone’s kindness, repeatedly revisiting the trauma is not where I need to be right now.
Many of you know that I recently marked the three-year anniversary of another traumatic event that changed my life. Over these three years, I have focused much of my energy on healing—physically, mentally, and emotionally. I didn’t talk about that journey very often because my focus was on getting better, and that commitment to healing continues today.
I was blessed to heal. I was blessed to keep my leg. And on Saturday, I was blessed once again.
If you’re looking for information about what occurred, please refer to the recent posts from the Wilmington Farmers Market.
I, along with many others, was beyond blessed to walk away from a situation that could have ended very differently. For that, I am incredibly grateful.
That is where I want my focus to remain.
Because ordinary is a gift.
Saturday could have become a horrific tragedy, but instead, we were given another day. We were protected. We are still here.
Let that be our focus. Let that be our intention. Let that be our mission—to love one another, look out for one another, and be grateful for every day we are given. ❤️🩹
You all are very important to me, and I look forward to seeing many of you this week at the markets. ✌️💓🫶