Sunday Mornin’ Comin’ Down

Sunday, Sep 11

Except there isn’t “no way to hold my head that doesn’t hurt”, and I don’t have to put on my cleanest dirty shirt, either. But I can get behind “the Sunday smell of someone fryin’ chicken”! Many of you have already been bored stiff with this information, but Johnny Cash was a friend of mine, as was his beautiful wife, June Carter Cash. Not a day goes by that I don’t miss them, but I take comfort in knowing that the circle really is unbroken.

It’s a wonderful Sunday. The sun is shining, the dogs are snoozing, and somebody is baking homemade bread. Now, I ask you, does it get any better than that???

Here’s what I decided about the blog.

I’m going to keep writing it, because I love talking to you, telling you about my life and my dreams. Because whether there are three of you, or a thousand, you’re important to me.

I’ll be back tomorrow.

In the meantime, the smell of homemade bread…


About Linda

The daughter of a town marshal, Linda Lael Miller is a #1 New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author of more than 100 historical and contemporary novels, most of which reflect her love of the West.

Raised in Northport, Washington, Linda pursued her wanderlust, living in London and Arizona and traveling the world before returning to the state of her birth to settle down on a horse property outside Spokane.

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