Bits & Pieces

White Trash Rising is still selling on Amazon! John checks my rankings in rural humor once in a while and tells me I am holding strong. It is odd that my childhood stories are rural humor; I thought for the longest time it was just life!

Cousin Lyle is in the hospital, giving us all a scare. He's the last of the patriarchs in Butler. Made me think a bit about how much influence each member of our little community had on me. I wrote about all the horses I loved, but maybe I need to write about all the people who raised me!

It's also been 98-100 degrees here lately, which is sucking my energy, so I have to debate with myself. Nap or write? Every weekday morning, I wake up at 6 am and lie to myself. "It's okay, you can take a nap when you get home from work. You can do this. Just got to get out of bed and keep moving."

The sad part is that I know I am lying to myself, yet I believe myself and find comfort in my lies. If Carl Jung is correct and we all have a shadow self, mine is lying down in the back bedroom at this very moment.

So, prayers for Cousin Lyle if you can, he's a good man and very much loved by his family and friends. We would like to keep him around a while longer. Thank you all for the comments, hearts, and for buying my book! I have been truly blessed with the people I have met who have walked with me through the journey called life.