ramblings from an arkansas farm girl
Dear Sunday Letter friends,
Hey, hey! The past week was spring break for much of Arkansas. Lots of folks have been traveling to all sorts of cool places—I know because I’ve seen their fabulous pictures on social media. My sister and I drove Momma home to the farm, so that’s where we’ve been the past few days. While Mississippi County probably isn’t anyone’s idea of a spring break destination, we love being back home come rain or come shine.
Dear Sunday Letter friends,
This has been a sad couple of weeks. I try not to get political on social media, but for me, what’s going on in our country has moved beyond the political to the human. Between the pandemic and the tragedy of George Floyd’s death, I’ve been at a loss over what to say. Saying nothing seems wrong. Continuing on with my typical posts about what’s growing in my garden and cooking on my stove rings hollow and insignificant.
I hate how divided our country has become. I’ve begun to question whether or not we will come through this without losing bits of ourselves and many of our friends. While I don’t expect everyone to believe the same things, I have always believed that deep down we are more alike than different.
Lately, I’ve begun to question that as well.Continue Reading
Dear Sunday Letter friends,
I woke this morning unsure of my whereabouts. LOL. In the past ten days, I’ve been driving all over the state, sleeping in a hotel, a bed and breakfast, my childhood home (aka the Bat Cave), and now, at my friend’s home in Jonesboro.
I’ll be glad to sleep in my own bed tonight.Continue Reading
