Dear Sunday Letter friends —
I can’t believe how long it’s been since my last Sunday Letter, but I’m still here. And I have an announcement…🎉
Sunday Letter: September 6, 2026
Sunday Letter~ 05.17.26
Hello, Sunday Letter readers!
In case you were wondering—no, I haven’t fallen off the face of the earth. I’m still here, and I’m glad you are too. Lately, I’ve been busy in the garden and doing a little traveling. In between all that, I read and write. That’s pretty much my life these days, and honestly, I’m not complaining in the least.
Yes, I’m still plugging away on my next book. I hope to have a completed first draft by June 30. I’m a slow writer, partly because of all the aforementioned ways I like to spend my time, and partly because I tend to let a story unfold in its own sweet time. Have no fear—I’ll keep you updated on my progress along the way.
Sunday Letter: 03.29.26
Dear Sunday Letter readers:
The beginning of spring is such a wild time of year. It reminds me of the old wooden roller coaster—the Pippin—we loved to ride at the Mid-South Fair in Memphis. Thrilling and a little rickety, the whole thing trembling as we climbed higher and higher before plunging down—hair flying, stomachs dropping.
Within five days, our Fayetteville temperatures swung from 19 degrees to 90. Some of the tulips have simply given up, I think. Others are giving it everything they’ve got, and I admire the effort. It would be a shame to miss tulip season entirely.
Ralph Waldo Emerson said it best: Our life is March weather—savage and serene in one hour.
There’s so much truth in that.
