Unscripted. Unedited. Real. Writing for 5 minutes prompted my a single word from Lisa-Jo. Go: My resting spot is my cabin. It was built by my dad who died when I was 7. My Mom in one of her “moments” sold the cabin. When the opportunity came to buy it back–I did. The cabin…
Tag: rest
Monday, Monday . . . (monthly weigh in)
It is Monday. I slept so hard last night that I can’t remember sleeping? I remember my head on the pillow . . . then it was my husband saying–“get up–you’ve over slept”, my clock’s red numbers told me it was 6:23–I normally get up at 5 and start writing . . . Today I…