ramblings from an arkansas farm girl
Dear Sunday Letter friends,
I’m baaaack. Sorry I missed writing my letter last week. It was a crazy week (part of which is detailed below). This week brings the Great Pumpkin and Halloween and Milk Duds that I’ve already begun sneaking from the trick-or-treat stash. You know what all this means?
Santa Claus will come to town in fifty-eight days…
Yikes, y’all. Somewhere in the sock drawer of my mind it still seems like mid-summer to me.Continue Reading
Dear Sunday Letter friends,
As I write today’s Sunday Letter, I realize we have a special sort of Sunday morning relationship going on here. With my first cup of coffee steaming on the side table (a table that once belonged to my Nana), I claim my favorite spot on the corner of our couch, sink beneath the quilt handmade by Aunt Rena and Aunt Lavern, and divulge a few of my burning thoughts to you. (Haha, sometimes not so burning, I know.)
I’ll start with a confession. I have a football hangover leftover from watching part of Florida/Vandy + Tennessee/Auburn and all of the Baylor/Texas + Arkansas/Ole Miss games. I saw a little of the neon, star-bright Oregon game, but those uniforms nearly made my eyes bleed.
Both of my favorite teams lost but neither should have.
It’s not whether you win or lose, but how you play the game.
Whatever.
That works for t-ball.Continue Reading
Dear Sunday Letter friends,
Oh, what a week! This past week has been filled with great news, I got things done, and spent lots of time with friends. I reached a milestone, too. For the first time ever, I got the senior discount. LOL. Some folks may be upset by the idea of qualifying for a senior discount, but I like saving five bucks for being fifty-five +.
The week brought a big dose of culture in the form of two live performances in two nights. I saw Clybourne Park (a University of Arkansas Theatre production) and Jersey Boys (Walton Arts Center).
Both incredible!Continue Reading
