#1 NYT bestselling author Linda Lael Miller


I Promised…

That I would tell you the truth.

I’m smoking again.

As the song says, “Life ain’t easy for a boy named Sue.” And it’s not easy for the rest of us, either.

Without making excuses, I can only say that due to a series of personal disappointments–all of them relatively small, interestingly enough– and this endless snow, I need a way to ease stress.

I’ll try again, when I feel better, but right now, I need to smoke.

As you’ve no doubt guessed, I’m suffering from depression. I’m getting help. It’s a hard thing to admit, because I’m a tough ole cowgirl, and a proud one, too. But I’m hurtin’ for certain, and right now, that’s my truth. Even though I’ve never met the vast majority of you, I feel that we’re friends, and I want to be honest with you. After all, some of you are probably struggling with the same things, and if you need help, please don’t be too proud to ask for it.

I miss my dad something fierce. It’s been two years, come June, but not a day goes by that I don’t wish I could see him again. I know he’d tell me to ‘tough up’, but he’d put his strong arms around me, too.

I’m trying, Dad.

So that’s how it is, on this ridiculously snowy morning. Maybe tomorrow, my truth will be better.

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