#1 NYT bestselling author Linda Lael Miller
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Sunday Mornin’ Comin’ Down

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…


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