This is the faux Chihuly from my condo, not a fixture in a casino, but you get the picture… I have an addictive personality, but I have never been tempted to gamble. I don’t understand the rules of the games, and I hate casinos. Mind you, I haven’t been to a gambling establishment since I’ve been sober, […]
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Since I got back from Georgia, I have been staying with Kim and Claudio. I call it “Promises Jacksonville” as a joke to myself. Their home is in a beautiful setting, I am encouraged to exercise and eat right and there is a feeling of welcome and nonjudgmental caring so profound it could be a rehab center, […]
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This may sound insane coming from someone who tells her “One time, I ended up knee deep…” stories, but I am impressed and awed by the people I know who get sober quietly. Yesterday I got a Facebook message from an old friend who said, “I’m 30 days sober today. I’ve been going […]
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Painting by Christy Thom When I was little, I was privy to what happens when two strong, articulate people divorce badly. At a time when it was “not done” my Nana and Grandpa Howard severed their marriage. For the rest of their lives, they voiced (with hilarious vitriol) the wrongs each other had committed. Even […]
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(I knew those obsessive selfies would come in handy…) I don’t know where I’ve been, but I did not know there were three distinct stages of alcoholism. I have intuitively known that alcoholics end up alone in a dark garage, or in jail, or rehab, but it wasn’t until I had a conversation with a […]
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Calm waters, but what lies beneath? I spent Easter weekend in a place where you might hear someone say the words, “Don’t get gator bit.” This colloquial phrase is not a cautionary cliché like, “Don’t take any wooden nickels.” It is not a metaphor. It actually means: be careful not to get mauled and […]
God is in his heavens… I’ve had several false starts this morning. Everything I try to write about is overshadowed by the significance of this day. It seems ridiculous and trite somehow to talk about the fact I craved a glass of wine yesterday or that someone took too long unloading dry goods in line at Costco. […]
Fiona – my go-to symbol for: The Sleep of the Innocent. Here’s something I don’t say much anymore: I was up all night watching bad Netflix and worrying. The Netflix show was about a dysfunctional family with an evil-seed son who reminded me (a little too much) of an ex-boyfriend. He dies in the end.(the character, […]
Painting by Oleg Korchagin I had a German boyfriend when I was fresh out of college. I mean really German – straight off the jet with a handful of English in his back pocket and a tendency to treat the roads of Michigan like the Autobahn. I remember riding with him, everyone in the […]
One of my favorite gifts this Christmas was a flashlight. A big, bludgeon of flashlight, with different settings to widen my perspective on those things that slither or growl in the dark. My son Jonathan gave it to me along with an overkill of other cautionary gifts: a snakebite kit, a gas can for the car, tire repair equipment, hand warmers, […]