When I’m at my best, I am my father’s daughter.

This weekend, I’m taking a moment to reflect on the men who’ve helped shape who I am and where I’m going—starting with my dad.

It’s been years since I’ve been able to hug him, but not a day goes by that I don’t feel his presence—especially here on the farm. His business savvy, his steady encouragement, and his ability to see possibility in just about anything continue to guide me through the highs and lows of entrepreneurship. Whether I’m making a tough decision, fixing a fence, or picking peaches in the quiet of the morning, I hear his voice in the back of my mind saying, “You’ve got this.”

My dad was smart in a quiet, observant kind of way. The kind of person who could walk into a room and instantly figure out how to fix what was broken—whether it was a project, a process, or someone’s confidence. He loved working with his hands, and his favorite place was wandering the aisles of Home Depot with all us kids in tow, dreaming up his next DIY project. He could build or repair just about anything, and he had a way of making you feel like you could too. He also passed on his love of The Beach Boys and ABBA to me—songs that still make me smile and sing along.

Everyone who worked with him respected him—not just because of his skills, but because of how he treated people. With kindness, fairness, and a genuine sense of curiosity. He led by example and made people feel seen— that’s something I carry with me every day, especially as I build Helena Hills into something meaningful and welcoming.

Growing up in Brooklyn, my dad spent his summers escaping the city with his family in the quiet countryside of Pennsylvania. I’ve only heard the stories, but they paint a picture of a childhood filled with freedom, fresh air, and long days exploring the outdoors. He cherished that time away from the noise—connecting with nature, his siblings/cousins, and the slower pace of rural life. Knowing that, I can’t help but think he would have absolutely loved Helena Hills Farm. It’s the kind of place that mirrors those childhood summers: peaceful, full of life, and just a little magical. I like to think he’d be proud of what I’m building here and find comfort in the idea that I’m creating something he would have felt at home in.

I’ve also been lucky to be surrounded by strong male figures who have helped carry me forward—my brothers, who show up with tools, time, and support whenever I need it. And the uncles, mentors, and friends who have offered advice, lent a hand, and shown what it means to lead with integrity and care.

In a world that moves fast, building something slow and meaningful takes a village. And I’m grateful every day that part of my village includes the men who helped raise me, support me, and stand beside me as I try something big and brave.

To my dad—I miss you every day. I hope I’m building something here that would make you proud.

And to all the father figures out there—thank you. Your impact lasts far beyond today.

Happy Father’s Day from Helena Hills Farm!