Sunday Letter: 11.04.18

November 4, 2018 By Talya Tate Boerner

Dear Sunday Letter friends,

Greetings from Overland Park, Kansas, a place I’ve not visited in twenty years, not since I had a different life. On Thursday, my friend Gail and I drove up for the Johnson County Writers Conference, a two-day event held at the Johnson County Public Library. If gold stars were handed out for writer conferences, I’d give this one five shiny ones. I leave inspired, encouraged, filled with so many ideas to implement, websites to visit, and word loops to study that I can barely concentrate on penning this Sunday Letter…

The thing about roads trips and writer conferences— the best ones shove me out of my routine and fling open my mind.

I didn’t realize how much creative shoving and flinging I needed.

But first…
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Sunday Letter: 10.28.18

October 28, 2018 By Talya Tate Boerner

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?

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Santa Claus will come to town in fifty-eight days…

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Sunday Letter: 10.14.18

October 14, 2018 By Talya Tate Boerner

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.

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