ramblings from an arkansas farm girl
Good morning. It’s time for another Sunday Letter.
I’m writing from charming and quirky Eureka Springs, Arkansas. I’ve been here for several days, staying at The Writers’ Colony at Dairy Hollow, soaking up the peace and quiet while making yet more tweaks on my book and tackling a few other projects. If you are a writer or artist or musician, I can’t stress enough how important getting away from routine can be for your creativity.
Dirty laundry isn’t a thing at Dairy Hollow.Continue Reading
Gracie Lee and the Bean Rooster is not the title of a children’s picture book, (not yet anyway). What I’m talking about is the bean rooster picture families displayed on kitchen walls during the 1960s and 1970s. Some of my younger readers may not have experienced the joy of the bean rooster. Back during the days of Paint-By-Number, when we cut paper dolls from the Sears Catalog and life wasn’t perfectly staged for Pinterest, moms and kids gathered around the dining room table to glue beans to a pattern. Every type and color of dried bean.
I thought peas looked way better on rooster tail feathers than on my plate.Continue Reading
Silly Putty gave Gracie Lee something to do while she ate breakfast or waited for the school bus on a cold winter morning. Plus, there was magic in that small wad of snappy plastic. When she pressed it flat against Snoopy, his picture appeared on the putty. That was neat. But the best part?Continue Reading
