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Sunday Letter: 03.29.26

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Dear Sunday Letter readers:

The beginning of spring is such a wild time of year. It reminds me of the old wooden roller coaster—the Pippin—we loved to ride at the Mid-South Fair in Memphis. Thrilling and a little rickety, the whole thing trembling as we climbed higher and higher before plunging down—hair flying, stomachs dropping.

Within five days, our Fayetteville temperatures swung from 19 degrees to 90. Some of the tulips have simply given up, I think. Others are giving it everything they’ve got, and I admire the effort. It would be a shame to miss tulip season entirely.

Ralph Waldo Emerson said it best: Our life is March weather—savage and serene in one hour.

There’s so much truth in that.

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Sunday Letter: 03.26.23

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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.

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Sunday Letter: 06.07.2020

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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.

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