I Lied to My Husband

For three months, I’ve lied to my husband.

I told him I had a speaking engagement in Georgia, and I didn’t.

But we drove anyway.

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And we arrived at one of my favorite places in the world; a farm where I mourned the loss of a dear friend, have been loved and have loved. Where I wrote a big chunk of my next book and burned a few of my demons, committing their ashes to the bottom of a lake.

Sometimes, lying is okay.

Sometimes, taking a break is too.

Be back Friday.

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