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Lake Girls. Lake Time.

May 24, 2019 By Talya Tate Boerner 8 Comments

Lake Girl, Lake Time

Lake Girls. Lake Trip.

This weekend marks our first lake trip of the year. Our first official trip of summer, not that summer is here yet (but you know what I mean). Now that Momma and Staci are both living in Fayetteville, we are much closer to Lake Norfork. And we can go for long weekends. That was practically impossible to do when we lived in Texas.

So we’ll kick off lake season the way we did when we were all living together on the farm, when Staci and I were kids, before college and marriage and family and careers. We’ll spend the weekend doing many of those same things we always do when we go to the lake. Lake girls are like that.Continue Reading

4th of July: gentle on my mind

July 4, 2018 By Talya Tate Boerner 10 Comments

4th of July

Before we went to the lake for the 4th of July, we drove over to a fireworks stand near Luxora to buy a sackful of Roman candles, bottle rockets, stink bombs, and Black Cats. We carried them with us like luggage, as though we couldn’t buy sparklers in Mountain Home.

How the whole bag didn’t combust when we stopped for butterscotch malts in Lake City was a great mystery to me. In the time it took the Tastee Freeze waitress to whip up our orders and slide them through the window, Momma’s car morphed into an oven. We could have baked chocolate chip cookies on the dashboard, if we’d better planned.Continue Reading

Sunday Postcard: 06.24.18

June 24, 2018 By Talya Tate Boerner 3 Comments

Sunday Postcard

Today I’m sending a Sunday Postcard instead of a letter. I just got home from a week at the lake, and I’m not organized enough to write a letter. Still, I wanted to say hi.

Postcards are a fun way to send greetings, a small slice of travel delivered to someone’s mailbox.

When I was a kid, I loved to send postcards to friends when I was away on summer vacation. Or I sent them back home to my parents and little sister from camp.

Did you?

There wasn’t much room on the card to write all my exciting travel news, but I always ended with wish you were here.

Even when I didn’t.

Who wanted their parents tagging along to cheerleader camp?

Not me.

postcard from me Another thing about the postcard…usually I arrived home before my postcard.