Current writing projects, musings, and various tidbits from
Lady Misty Gebhart
Fresh Ink
Burning the Midnight Oil
It is late. Just about midnight to be exact.
I can hear my husband happily snoring away down the hall.
So, why am I awake when I could be in dreamland with him?
I have been absolutely chomping at the bit to get all the completed courses reformatted and happy in their new home on this beautiful new website.
One Small Promise
For more than forty years, I lived like I was on mute. I tried to stay small, keep the peace, and never take up too much space. I avoided mirrors, skipped basic self-care, and talked to myself with cruelty I would never use on anyone else. My life ran on chaos and survival, and I honestly believed I had no worth.