A day of rest and rejuvenation, of just us and nobody else, a day to remember that sometimes it’s okay to slow down and eat a homemade Sunday dinner, take a long nap, trek through the woods, find the glory in everywhere we are.
When I'm not wrangling four kids, I sit on my back porch in the mountains and write southern fiction that's short and long. I believe in Jesus, library fines, supper at the table, Edisto Island, and strong coffee. Pretty much in that order.
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