Dear Sunday Letter Friends,
This will be a short letter. Just so you know.
During the past week, I’ve been unplugged from social media while attending a writer retreat. It’s my sixth year to write at Hemingway-Pfeiffer Museum in Piggott, Arkansas. I highly recommend everyone unplug from time to time. (And if you’re a writer, I highly recommend a writer retreat.) Being around other writers, living/breathing/talking about writing—immersion is an important part of staying fresh and inspired.
A good way to unplug is to spend time in a small town. Traffic is nonexistent. There’s never a wait to eat at one of the few restaurants in town.
Stars are visible.
Piggott must have more beauty shops per capita than any small town in Arkansas. I counted six or so near the square. There are a few barber shops, too. The beauty shop quotient is a sign of an ideal place to unplug and the mark of a great story setting.
6 Years Later
It has been exactly six years since my first visit to Hemingway-Pfeiffer.
Each time I visit, I am drawn to a particular stump on the grounds. I’m not good at counting tree rings, but I know the tree was old when it was cut down. I imagine it towered over the grounds when Hemingway wrote in the barn. This year, the stump has begun rotting in earnest. I’m reminded of how much life has changed in six years.
So, so much.
I am one proud aunt.
Yesterday, my niece and nephew graduated from Plano West High School. With over 1,300 graduates, the beginning Pomp & Circumstance procession took a full fifteen minutes. There’s nothing like a graduation ceremony to stir hope and excitement for the future. And that’s something this world needs in spades.
Do you remember your high school graduation? Mine doesn’t seem that long ago but I guess it was since Jimmy Carter was President.
School Kitchen Tip
(The School Kitchen Textbook, Mary J. Lincoln, 1915, Chapter XVII Table Manners)
Longer Sunday Letter next time,
Grace Grits and Gardening
Farm. Food. Garden. Life.