ramblings from an arkansas farm girl
Before pigweed and meth took root in our county, before tractors became smarter than people, when each town had a cotton gin and a courthouse square, vibrant and spirited, we were young.
Back then.
Before text messaging and likes and follows, before helicopter moms became a hovering, annoying thing, when farm-to-table meant suppertime—eat what’s served and don’t dare whine—we were kids.Continue Reading
This weekend marks our first lake trip of the year. Our first official trip of summer, not that summer is here yet (but you know what I mean). Now that Momma and Staci are both living in Fayetteville, we are much closer to Lake Norfork. And we can go for long weekends. That was practically impossible to do when we lived in Texas.
So we’ll kick off lake season the way we did when we were all living together on the farm, when Staci and I were kids, before college and marriage and family and careers. We’ll spend the weekend doing many of those same things we always do when we go to the lake. Lake girls are like that.Continue Reading
On this Easter Sunday 2019, I give you Easter Sunday 1966. Or thereabouts.
Sorry friends, I didn’t write a Sunday Letter this week. But I found this picture taken on Easter morning just before we headed off to Brinkley Chapel (which is Boon Chapel to all you Gracie fans). And I thought I’d talk a little about it. Continue Reading
