Michigan Girl - Written in the Mitten - is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and follow my journey (both in healing and in laughter!), consider becoming a free or paid subscriber. It started by chance. I stopped the first time only because I was tired. I found an old stump to sit on, one fairly flat, one that wouldn’t turn on me in a few minutes. I stayed long enough to quiet myself, the sweat cooling on my arms, my hair pulled back, my lungs jagged in the cold.
I went every day to see
I went every day to see
I went every day to see
Michigan Girl - Written in the Mitten - is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and follow my journey (both in healing and in laughter!), consider becoming a free or paid subscriber. It started by chance. I stopped the first time only because I was tired. I found an old stump to sit on, one fairly flat, one that wouldn’t turn on me in a few minutes. I stayed long enough to quiet myself, the sweat cooling on my arms, my hair pulled back, my lungs jagged in the cold.