ramblings from an arkansas farm girl
Good morning Sunday Letter friends,
I can’t believe my new book—Gene, Everywhere—will be out in 17 days. After all the thinking and scribbling and typing and editing and grinding of teeth, it only took 9 years and 17 days. LOL.
If I’m being honest, this is when the doubt creeps in.
THIS. This is something that will never get old as long as I live. Seeing my book on the shelf at Barnes & Noble. And I would never want that feeling to get old either. Know what I mean?
I feel the same way when I look out at the Ozark Mountains and think, I cannot believe I really, finally, truly, get to live here. I never want to forget how incredible the mountains look no matter the time of day, season, or weather. I don’t want to take this place I live for granted or see it as normal, commonplace. Because it isn’t.Continue Reading
Thursday night I felt like Cinderella. Accidental Cinderella.
Confession: I’m no fashion plate. I normally wear Converse tennis shoes and logo t-shirts, and my favorite jeans have patches on the knees. BUT, Thursday night, I got dressed up (for me), added extra eye liner (which may have been a mistake), and even wore a bejeweled necklace on loan from Vintage Cargo. Stan and Jeff, owners of Vintage Cargo, evidently worried I wouldn’t clean up sufficiently for my Fayetteville book signing.
So they loaned me this gorgeous piece…
I mean seriously. Isn’t loaning jewelry an Oscar night sort of thing?
I felt like Cinderella.
I wore cute shoes.
And it was a great night.Continue Reading
