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Sunday Letter: 06.19.22

June 19, 2022 By Talya Tate Boerner

Dear Sunday Letter friends,

It’s Father’s Day, and I’m thinking about all the strong men who influenced my life, helping to make me the crazy person I am – haha!

But seriously, today I would like to honor these men who were important in my world during my growing up years: my Daddy, Thomas Tate; both my grandfathers, Reven Creecy and Homer Tate; and three of my favorite uncles, Woodrow “Woody” Johnson, Ted Parnell, and Rex Creecy.

(I could devote several posts to other fathers who in some way influenced me—parents of my friends, men from Brinkley Chapel, male teachers—but today I’ll focus on kinfolk.)Continue Reading

Sunday Letter: 06.12.22

June 12, 2022 By Talya Tate Boerner

Dear Sunday Letter friends,

This is a real picture of our front porch.

Hahaha, not really, but seriously with all the rain we’ve been having, our world is flourishing into a jungle. Nature could easily swallow everything. And HUMID! Oh my goodness, this morning’s air is wrapped in a damp flannel blanket. The sort you get at an army surplus store.

But with only nine days until summer, I’m trying to appreciate every drop of rain. When the clouds dry up and the temperatures soar (which is already happening), I’ll be praying for a rainy day. Probably by Wednesday, if I’m being honest.

(P.S. the overgrown porch picture was taken by Theo Bickel on Unsplash.)Continue Reading

Sunday Letter: 05.29.22

May 29, 2022 By Talya Tate Boerner

Dear Sunday Letter friends,

What a sad week we’ve had. The latest school shooting in Uvalde, Texas—number 27 this year 😦—has been extra-heartbreaking to me. Hopeless. Helpless. That’s how the situation seems to me. Like we are living in a Shirley Jackson short story, waiting every day to see which unsuspecting school in which American town will draw the black spot and be number 28.

I see those sweet baby faces every time I close my eyes.

I’ve tried to stay off social media. Some of the comments in my feed annoy me to my core.

Really, I should win a free taco or something for keeping my mouth shut on Facebook.

For the love of all things holy, I don’t understand why everyone with a heartbeat isn’t willing to come together to work on a solution.

Maybe two tacos. And queso.