Oh man, now that I’m doing a regular Sunday Letter, I’m even more aware of how quickly time is passing. BUT. While the week flew by, the waterlogged days felt long.Continue Reading
Sunday Letter: 02.25.18
Sunday Letter: 02.18.18
Today makes two Sundays in a row for my Sunday Letter. I’m not patting myself on the back yet, but one more, and we may have ourselves have a trend. If you missed my inaugural Sunday Letter, you can read it HERE.
The past week disappeared into a windy blur, a jumble of weather. Yes, we had seventy degrees followed by freezing weather followed by sun then fog. Nature always promises surprises this time of year. Just when I feel I may wither from cabin fever, sharp-bladed daffodil shoots slice through the soil. But the moment I dare to dream of spring, cold weather returns to let me know winter isn’t done with us yet.
Soon, though!
Sunday Letter: 02.11.18
Sunday Letter?
Remember when letter writing was a thing? You may be too young to remember, but I do. I religiously wrote letters to my penpal in Australia. When I was away at camp, I wrote letters to Staci and Momma even though I got home before my news. Back home, I wrote letters to the new friends I’d made at camp (friends I would likely never see again). On occasion, my best friends and I even wrote letters. I could look from my bedroom window and see the water tower and stand of trees marking the town where many of them lived. During summer, we may as well have lived in different states.
On this icy Sunday morning in Northwest Arkansas (19 degree as I write), I’m writing a Sunday Letter to you. And if I can stick with it (no promises), this will be a regular Sunday thing each week as a way to recap my writing, my travels, whatever happens to be going on (or not going on). Sort of a “Dear Diary” entry.Continue Reading
