I went to a free concert at Meijer Gardens on the 4th of July with Cindy. She seems to be witnessing a few of my sober “firsts”. This time, it was at an outdoor, camp-chair, picnic basket kind of concert. I haven’t been to one of those sober before. In fact, an outdoor concert (once I recced the […]
I was at a house party Saturday night in Flint: the plus-one of my friend Annie. The party took place on a quiet street near the Cultural Center. A selection of Flint’s intelligentsia gathered in one of those smart, well traveled homes with wall hangings and floor coverings to show for the owners’ far flung […]
Ellie told me a story last night. A vignette about her sister Evie, who was mentoring a group of three-year olds at their school. She said Evie asked one little girl, “What color is an apple?” The little girl said, “Red.” Evie said, “Good. What color is the grass?” “Green!” said the little girl. Evie […]
Last Thursday was full of contrasts and comparisons I couldn’t help myself from making. How I used to be. How I am now that I don’t drink wine anymore. I am sitting here this morning smiling to myself and reminiscing. For once (and on the other side of the looking glass), I am finding the humor in […]
I think it’s universal that people who are in active addiction feel a sense of urgency. There is always the need for “more”. It’s why we hide wine bottles in winter boots. It’s why we look around sheepishly, and polish off the dregs of other people’s drinks while they are in the bathroom. There is an […]
I am aware I whine a bit about being the only person not drinking. In a bar, at a party, at a wedding, on a boat – sometimes I feel like Dr. Seuss. I do not drink it, Mare I am. But I am also ready to stand up and shout when I experience the wonders […]
I was always a good four hour drinker. If I had a glass of wine or two getting ready and a roadie for liquid courage, I’d arrive at the party with a little buzz and about four hours until the witching hour, when I sneaked out the back door. I was famous for ghosting. I’d hit […]
