Sunday, November 3rd 2024
Ambrook Research offers data-driven storytelling regarding modern agriculture. They’re looking for pitches for “stories at the intersection of agriculture and trucking.” Rates begin at $0.50 per word. Send your pitches to jesse@ambrook.com. To learn more, refer to their editor’s post and their website.
Tuesday, July 16th 2024
Ambrook Research offers data-driven storytelling regarding modern agriculture. Their editor is looking for pitches. Their main focus is agriculture, though they also consider “public lands, ecosystem restoration, rural issues, meat production, and fisheries” in their wheelhouse. They start at $0.50 per word. If interested, email your pitches to jesse@ambrook.com. To read their editor’s post, click here. To visit their website, click here.
Tuesday, January 30th 2024
Ambrook Research offers data-driven storytelling regarding modern agriculture. They’re always looking for smart pitches. Their rates begin at $0.50 per word. If interested, send your pitches to jesse@ambrook.com. To learn more, refer to their editor’s post and their website.
Thursday, April 27th 2023
Ambrook Research offers data-driven
storytelling regarding modern agriculture. They’re always seeking freelance
writers to contribute news and features on modern agriculture. They currently focus
on U.S.-based subject matter but will consider exceptions if a story has
significant impacts or teachings that can be applied in the U.S. They generally
pay between $0.50 and $1.00 per word. Send your pitches to jesse@ambrook.com. To learn more, refer to
this Twitter
thread and this page.
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My mom calls me downstairs into the kitchen. “Mia!”, she yells, an abbreviated version of my already-shortened Chinese nickname, to proudly show me five handpicked little tomatoes, roughly as wide as my thumb, served on a styrofoam tray.After weeks of growing seedlings in leftover red Solo cups, then nurturing them in the garden, the first harvest of the season never fails to dazzle. The tomatoes resemble a tie-dyed t-shirt, the tops swirling in hues of
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