ramblings from an arkansas farm girl
Stop whatever you are doing and feast your eyes on this Grapefruit Vanilla Shortbread. I’m here to tell you this is the most fabulous dessert I’ve ever made.
It’s oh so dreamy.Continue Reading
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.
Have you decided on a word for 2022? For the past several Januarys I’ve been choosing a word to focus on during the year ahead. I think it helps keep me on track and gives me an anchor when I need to recenter myself. One year, I forgot my word altogether, and that was a less than stellar year… So you see, I think there may be something to it—sort of a ‘you are what you think’ magic?
I’m afraid not to choose a word of the year. I’m mean, who wants to be drifting through an entire year without focus?
I may have done that in 1987, and it was unattractive.😉Continue Reading
