I told Christine that I had just experienced the “move from hell.” She said, “Your last move was ‘the move from hell’ wasn’t it?” Which is kind of true, but also made me feel like my horrible moves are somehow my fault. As if I don’t have the moxie to pack my own belongings, or the […]
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 […]
I was walking with someone new to recovery this week. My mother gave me a pink canister of pepper spray for Easter, so I feel safer early morning Grand Rapids. We start out at dawn and some of the back streets are dark. Bitter Pill to Suck On… There is a look people have […]
It feels weird to write this, but it’s been a busy spring and an extremely busy me. Weird, because for quite a few years I woke with nothing on my plate but an empty day. Mind you, for that period of time I had nothing to do but decide which island in the Exumas to visit. […]
To help them escape when they’re blue? In the old musical Camelot, Guinevere sings a little ditty about being sad. I can’t remember why she’s sad – something to do with cuckolding her husband and a war raging… Anyway, she is feeling blue, which is an unfamiliar sensation, and together with the king she warbles the heartfelt (yet condescending) question, “What […]
Did anyone else see a befuddled Warren Beatty ignoring his better judgment last night at the Oscars? The entire world watched as he looked down at the red envelope, seemed confused, looked to a clueless audience for divine counsel and relinquished the decision to reveal the winner of the “Best Picture” award to Faye Dunaway. Faye, with complete confidence (which was […]
I am here. A bit disoriented. Two days ago I was plowing through a fresh 5 inches of snow in Grand Rapids and today I am collecting shark’s teeth on the shores of the Atlantic. I am staying at my friend George’s house on the ocean. I’ve been to his place a couple of […]
