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Sunday Letter: 12.08.19

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Sunday Letter

Dear Sunday Letter friends,

I woke up this morning and remembered that my Baylor Bears lost the Big 12 Championship game in overtime yesterday. But what a game! Yes, I’m disappointed, but I’m also extremely proud of the incredible effort and the overall season and the way Matt Rhule has coached the dickens out of a team that only won 1 game two years ago.

If I could invite anyone to dinner, tonight it would be Matt and Julie Rhule. The house is clean, so now would be a good time, ya know?

And Santa, if you are reading, bowl game tickets would fit perfectly into my stocking…

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Sunday Letter: 12.01.19

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Sunday Letter

Dear Sunday Letter friends,

Happy December!

Ready or not, here we go headfirst into the holidays. December is busy for my family not only because of Christmas, but also because we have lots of family birthdays this month. Really, the whole month is a celebration.

Fun! Fun!

I’ve missed a few Sunday Letters lately. Last weekend, we were in Denver for a quick visit with our kids. (I’ve gotten pretty good at leaving my computer at home when I travel. Yay me.) This Sunday Letter almost didn’t happen because I watched so much football yesterday, I had a hard time taking a break to write.

Speaking of football—did you see the Alabama | Auburn game? Oh my gracious! I bet Nick Saban blew a neck vein afterward…

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Sunday Letter: 11.17.19

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Sunday Letter

Dear Sunday Letter readers,

I didn’t write a Sunday Letter last weekend because I was in Eureka Springs. The significant thing about this isn’t that I was too busy to do it. The bigger deal for me is that I left my computer at home. Since I started writing, I always take my MacBook with me when I go out of town. We are tight that way. (Only one other time have I left him behind—Kelsey’s wedding weekend.)

I’ll admit I felt a little anxiety over leaving Mac home alone.

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But if I’m being honest, after the panic subsided, it felt freeing.

We both survived. And today I’m back, writing from the Bat Cave—aka the farm in northeast Arkansas. Mac would really be upset if I didn’t take him to the farm.

And by the way, the smoke detector in my bedroom began shrieking at 1 a.m. this morning. WHY do they only do this in the wee hours?Continue Reading

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