I walked with a friend last week and we talked about compartmentalizing. A subject near and dear to my sober heart. In the past few years, I have learned to carpe diem like a trooper. I learned there is absolutely no joy in catastrophic thinking. Rome may be burning (and it’s a bit too cavalier to fiddle), but […]
There is something I really love about Facebook. It’s the fact that people from long ago and far away find me. And they send me “Friend Requests” or private messages. Sometimes it brings back fond memories. These days I communicate with Russian artists, Bahamian Lotharios and a smattering of long-lost school chums. These people were bygone […]
This sobriety “thing” is a gas. After four years, I still learn something new about myself all the time. Not everyday, but frequently enough to surprise myself, and “myself” is one of my favorite subjects… When you say “yes” because you like someone, even when you know you’re going to hate it… Full disclosure – when […]
It’s spring in Michigan and I work in one of those old buildings that have trouble shifting from winter steam heat to AC. And it’s been so gorgeous outside, that natural air is what I’m after. So, I tried to open my office window. But, I work in one of those old buildings that have storm […]
Try, try again… Get ready – I’m about to use climbing mountains as a metaphor for quitting drinking again. I can’t help myself, it’s too symbolic. Especially since the first time I tried to climb the “big hill” on my vacation in Puerto Rico last week, I failed. Let me explain. The road to get to the […]
Because I am a masochist, I was looking at photos of my recent trip to Palm Beach this weekend. A weekend that was marked, in Michigan where I live, by dense fog, thickened rain, naked trees and gray, gray, gray. The photo above is me in my hotel room in Florida, and if I could describe how I […]
I spent Christmas day on the Atlantic Ocean, in the condo building I used to live in. With my former husband, former English bulldog and my current kids. The only thing weirder than that confluence of used-to-be, was that it was not weird. After I talked myself out of being envious, it was fun… […]
