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Sunday Letter: 04.26.2020

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Dear Sunday Letter friends,

Hi there! I hope everyone is hanging in there during these crazy times. I’m not gonna lie. A couple of days this week, I thought I might climb the walls. I’ve been inside my head, going a bit mad. I want to go to the lake, travel to see my kids, sit at a table at a restaurant and eat something delicious that doesn’t involve washing the dishes afterward.

I want to take my new book on the road and talk to book clubs and libraries.

Rainy days are especially awful right now. And we’ve been experiencing this monotonous, every other day pattern.

But our plants like all the rain; our backyard world is lush and green. This morning, the birds sound extra happy. I plan to spend my Sunday out there with them. And I’m hopeful for a beautiful week ahead (despite more rain the forecast).Continue Reading

Things I’ve Learned During this Time of Coronavirus

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As I started to write my next Sunday Letter, I realized the Sunday Letter well had run bone dry. Instead, I decided to write about the things I’ve learned during this time of coronavirus.

First, a reminder…

We’ve not been able to eat in a restaurant for thirty-seven days now! I believe now is as good a time as any to say this—we need to be kinder to ourselves. We need to cut ourselves some slack. If you’re like me, you feel pressure to stick to a schedule, to clean drawers and grow peppers and write a sonnet a day (okay, not really about the sonnet). One of the things I’ve learned during this time of coronavirus is it’s okay if we don’t do all the things.

Sleep late. Take a nap. Wear the stretchy pants all day. Eat the dessert. Do nothing at all.

This is an unprecedented time.

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Sunday Letter: 04.05.2020

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Dear Sunday Letter friends,

I hope everyone is doing okay on this Palm Sunday. For me, this last week went by quickly. But March lasted a freakin’ EON. Probably because we are now living in the Twilight Zone.

Yesterday, winter returned to northwest Arkansas. Mid-30s with a cold rain. Um, no thank you. Really, it was like winter said, “You know, you ought to stay inside, grab the Lemon Pledge and give your tabletops a swipe. Maybe do some laundry?”

So I did.

“No moral, no message, no prophetic tract, just a simple statement of fact: for civilization to survive, the human race has to remain civilized.” The Twilight ZoneContinue Reading

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