I’m sick of worrying about myself. I’m sick of worrying about money and success and whether the sober decisions I am making about my future (way too open ended at this stage of my life) are the RIGHT decisions. I’m sick of the self-absorbed, self-analytical, self-satisfaction of being an alcoholic or a recovering alcoholic. […]
Monthly Archives: July 2014
So, I was driving home from helping Jon Jon and Kallie move, and I pulled into a gas station on San Pablo to fill the tank. As I was finishing and preparing to leave (credit card back in wallet, road trip trash thrown away), one of those huge SUV’s Ponte Vedra women drive to […]
With Susan, Dee and Kim I’ll admit yesterday was a bit of an anticlimax. I felt genuinely weird all day – a feeling I couldn’t pinpoint or shake until it hit me that – everything has changed and nothing has changed. I’m sounding a bit like Yoda again, but as Dee put it, “Whatever it […]
Today is my one year sober anniversary. It feels like a big deal to me, but oftentimes when I tell someone I’m a year sober*, they feel the need to say they know someone who’s been alcohol-free for like 37 years. As if in the grand scheme of boozy achievements, a year is small potatoes – I should […]
…was one of Lauren’s favorite stories when she was a little girl. Don’t ask. Other children liked Green Eggs and Ham or if they were feeling particularly racy, Where the Wild Things Are; my child would curl up with her binky and her beat up, stuffed Little Beethoven (still has them), and ask me […]
I consider myself to be a polite person. I was raised in the Midwest where simple, good manners were expected. I was married to an Englishman. I say “please” and “thank you” regularly. I’ve even added the southern-born “sir” and “ma’am” suffixes to my salutations – something that works extremely well on Jacksonville cab drivers […]
I was on TV yesterday. For the first time. The Jacksonville Channel 4 Morning Show was kind enough to invite me to tell my story and plug Waking Up the Ghost. I was told to be at the station at eight A.M., so I did what I do every time I have an important early event […]
Kim says I have OCD. I say I like a really, really cleanly swept front porch and toilet paper points. These are personal preferences. If they were disorders, I would wake up in the middle of the night and check all the bathrooms for scraggly paper. Or I’d worry about everyone else’s toilet paper. […]