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My view from today.

July 24, 2015 By Talya Tate Boerner

Today is significant. If I were to draw a line in the sand to separate yesterday from tomorrow, today would be that line. The end of a part of my life. The beginning of something new. My view from today is much like the view from the top of a Ferris wheel.

Today, our youngest is moving to Denver to start his new job. His career. The rest of his life. Today truly feels like the first empty nest day. The college years merely provided practice and time to become accustomed to cooking less for supper.

Now things get real.Continue Reading

Blake Shelton and Miranda Lambert Divorce. I’m in mourning.

July 22, 2015 By Talya Tate Boerner

I’m in mourning over the Blake Shelton and Miranda Lambert divorce. More upset than I probably should be for a couple I didn’t know. Based on the social media explosion, I’m not the only one.

photo attribution: (Flickr) Larry Darling under Creative Commons 2.0 license (no changes to photo)

Once again, we are reminded that no matter how perfect life appears, things aren’t always as they seem.

Perfection belongs to fairy tales and movie endings and romance novels. Real life is just that—real. The stuff of country songs.

Here’s the thing. We needed to believe in the love affair of Blake Shelton and Miranda Lambert. Even though they are both gorgeous and charming and make more money in a month than most earn in a lifetime, they seemed normal. And real. Like best friends from high school or the boyfriend that got away.Continue Reading

Dancing with Myself

July 16, 2015 By Talya Tate Boerner

I’ve felt a bit lost this week, like I’m dancing with myself. Maybe it’s just a normal feeling for me after returning home from a weekend on the farm. Maybe it’s the smothering humidity that makes doing most anything outside a miserable chore. Maybe it’s just something I need to feel.

For those of you who think I live a perfect life 24-7, I’m here to tell you it ain’t always a bed of roses. I spent the good part of Monday fighting over payment of a $125 freelance article. Finally, after being treated like I was an idiot, I chalked the whole thing up to a waste of time. I’ll admit for a while the sour experience made me wonder why I ever left my day job at the bank. Oh how nice those regular pay checks were that showed up every two weeks no matter how successful my week had been.

Of course it’s about the writing, not the money. I have nothing to prove, but still, no matter the industry, appreciation is appreciated, right? Plus. It’s about being honest and doing what you say.

I know I’m rambling and mine are first world problems.

Good things happened this week, too. Lots of good things, and it’s only Thursday. Many of my readers took the time to comment on blog posts. You have no idea how that alone keeps me going some days. I had another adventure with Lucy and Annabelle (coming soon!), and I went to a release party at Nightbird Books for the new Harper Lee book, Go Set a Watchman.