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Sunday Letter: 02.06.22

February 6, 2022 By Talya Tate Boerner

Dear Sunday Letter friends,

Good morning to you! With coffee in hand, I’m ready to tackle another week. How about you?

Last week was a good one for several reasons.

First of all, we had a fabulous snowfall in Fayetteville. Everything unfolded just as our local weather guy predicted, starting with freezing rain on Wednesday afternoon which quickly changed to sleet. While we slept, the snow began falling in earnest. We woke to a quiet magical world with several inches. Then, the snow continued to fall the entire day into night.

For our area, it was a lot of snow.Continue Reading

Sunday Letter: 01.30.22

January 30, 2022 By Talya Tate Boerner

Dear Sunday Letter friends,

I’ve had a busy-busy week and a very productive one. I can almost taste the launch of my next book, and I’m so excited about it. The book likely won’t be available until this fall, but you know how fast time flies. You will have it in your hands before you can shake a stick at 2022.

I don’t want to get ahead of myself though.

Right now I want to tell you this—if you are interested in my next book, make sure you are subscribed to my email newsletter. I will be gearing up book information soon. And email subscribers will be the first to know everything.

Sunday Letter: 01.23.22

January 23, 2022 By Talya Tate Boerner

Dear Sunday Letter friends,

This is the Sunday Letter that almost wasn’t. Last night when I should have been writing, I got wrapped up watching Earth vs. the Flying Saucers on MeTV. How I waited my whole life so far to see this 1950s black-and-white cult classic, I have no earthly idea. It had everything a good ole’ piece of sci-fi should have, including mind control and impenetrable force fields.

When I was a kid, there were several worries that swirled around in my mind. These troublesome things threatened my existence as a farm girl, a student, a kid trying to make it from the Monday morning bus ride to Friday afternoon’s episode of Gilligan’s Island. Aliens were one of those concerns, along with quicksand and the Bermuda Triangle and Bigfoot and getting the breath knocked out of me in Dodgeball and The Rapture that would happen like a thief in the night leaving ME the only person left on the planet.

But now here we are, together on another Sunday morning (or whenever you read this). None of my fears came to fruition (so far), and I bet you’re jealous over my wild Saturday night.

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