ramblings from an arkansas farm girl
My book reviews for July span the sparse kitchens in WWII Britain to the streets of current day East Oakland. These books are written by women, about women. (This wasn’t intentional on my part, but subconsciously, maybe it was.) From family abuse to dating drama, each story touches the heart in a different way.
I hope you find a story that speaks to you.Continue Reading
Dear Sunday Letter readers,
Hello again. Well, I made it through a week of pre-surgery quarantine, and now I have one more week to go. There’s just something about needing to stay home that makes me antsy. Know what I mean?
It was a good week to be inside though—thank the good Lord for air-conditioning! Man alive, it is HOT. The whole area has become a dry sauna, and areas in the neighborhood that aren’t getting watered are cracking wide open. BUT, relief is coming in our ten-day forecast with rain and normal temperatures predicted. We just have to hang on a little longer and pray the break is real🤞.
Dear Sunday Letter friends,
Yep. We survived another steamy hot week. And, since my last letter, I celebrated a milestone birthday—the Big 6-0. Sounds serious, doesn’t it? Like it’s time to get on with things; the sands in the hour glass are slipping through at an alarming rate. Well, to tell you the truth, I look forward to birthdays and see them as a positive, a time for celebrating another successful trip around the sun while reflecting on memories and anticipating new things ahead. Sort of like New Year’s Day, but in my case, with way hotter weather and bucketloads of sunscreen.
😎😎😎
