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Recovering Alcoholics Smoking Pot? WHAT?

From the movie Private Benjamin: Judy Benjamin: I think they sent me to the wrong place. Capt. Doreen Lewis: Uh-huh. Judy Benjamin: See, I did join the army, but I joined a “different” army. I joined the one with the condos and the private rooms   I Think I Might Have Joined the Wrong Recovery […]

The Stars Align Drunk or Sober

Weterlund 2 – Good band name…   This might surprise you, but I know the Hubble Telescope is having its twenty-fifth anniversary this year. I am not a closet astronomy nerd, but I lived in The Bahamas where there is no light pollution, and like home inspectors and police detectives I tended to look up.   […]

Chasing Ghosts

An M.C. Escher staircase within the lighthouse…   I was chasing ghosts last night. That is not a metaphor. I mean I was actually chasing ghosts at the St. Augustine lighthouse and museum with a crew too clever by half for the hapless guide, who banged on walls (for lack of poltergeists’ chain rattling) and […]

Alcoholism By the Numbers

Based on this drawing, I favor the side of the brain with all the pretty colors!   You hear people speak of right brain and left brain dominance… I am of the brain dominance that doesn’t remember the side of the brain in which I am dominant. I think that makes me thick-sculled, or forgetful or […]

Rock, Paper, Scissors…

I always choose “Rock”   When I was little, my brother and I did the classic “rough housing” thing in the back seat of the car, just far enough out of reach that my dad’s swinging arm could not smack us. We had a game (which now that I think about it, was kind of […]

The Winds of Dawn

 “At two o’clock in the morning, if you open your window and listen,   You will hear the feet of the Wind that is going to call the sun…” Rudyard Kipling from The Dawn Wind   Once, I was flying to Russia in the middle of the night and I woke with that dry-mouthed start you […]

Who Says You Can’t Go Home Again?

“Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again“ Actually, I didn’t write that. And I went to my old house in Marsh Landing Country Club, and it wasn’t a dream, and it was not a burnt wreckage, and there wasn’t a ghost of the crazy wife in the attic or a blinded ex-lover wandering in the ruins. Although, with the […]