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.
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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8 responses to “I Lied to My Husband”
I’m sure he’ll forgive you! Now, if there could have just been balloons at the farm awaiting your arrival…and a marching band….
Enjoy your little getaway!
What part of Georgia is the farm located?
Just a curious Georgia resident ; )
It’s near ellaville/americus
I followed your link and read your 2012 essay in Relevant. It reminded me why I started reading your work in the first place—I love well-told stories dressed in well-crafted prose.
It’s a rare thing on the interwebs—connective writing with a distinct voice. Look forward to what’s to come.
You two enjoy your respite.
Have fun, you two, and I’ll see you on Friday. Supper will be waiting for you. :)
A break is a good thing. I wrote about the importance of PAUSE on my blog yesterday. This weekend, I’ll be taking a PAUSE with my wife in Ocean City, MD.
Is lying ok sometimes? Think I’ll avoid commenting on that. But did notice that now you and Tim are even – he got you to go to the Quad Cities on the pretext of a talk that wasn’t scheduled; you got him to Georgia the same way. (LOVE the picture in the car. Tim should try out in Hollywood!)