Be honest – one of the greatest things you can do while drunk, is listen to music. It’s just not the same sober. You find a song that “speaks to you” and you’re all alone with your favorite adult beverage and you’re dancing around, spilling and slurping and singing and you put it on a […]
Category Archives: Sobriety
Casting shadows with Lauren… Please don’t take this the wrong way, but I do not want you to go to Guana Reserve. You can go with me if you are Kim or Dee or Lisa, or my kids with their dogs. Or Kallie or Fiona, or Ellie and Evie when they come to visit, or Laura […]
Fruit of the vine… I have always known Dionysus was the god of wine and fertility, but the other day I was like, “Wait. Why don’t I know more about the Greek god of wine?” and I did a little research, and Dionysus’s story reads like a boozer’s memoir. He was the product of an […]
Pieter Breughel the Elder – The Wedding Dance Yesterday I did the weekend warrior thing. I left the house at 7:15 for a two hour beach walk at high tide – 7 or so miles of slogging through a painful mixture of shell fragments, wet-cement sand, and a stiff headwind. I don’t think I […]
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A mosaic at ArtPrize made of broken plates. Breaking the Mental Health Stigma While I was at Sanford House, the residents and I painted desert plates with all the bad things we wanted to banish from our lives forever (in my case fear, white wine, insecurity, addiction, self-sabotage and Raisinets – I sort of needed a dinner plate…), and then we […]
I have a young friend named Ellie. She and I have been communicating through emails and texts and blog comments for several months now and last night she posed the age old question, “If a tree falls in the woods does it make a sound?” Now this is a smart girl, so she was […]
Nothing like scrounged wood leeks and pinecones to satisfy… So, after two months of eating lettuce and berries, like a super model (or a foraging freegan), I got to Dee’s last night and said the fatal words, “I feel like being bad.” It’s like somebody opens a floodgate. In my old drinking days, those five […]
There is something gorgeous about a cornfield that’s gone to seed; the useless stalks crowded together in steadfast rows against a pale blue sky. I was out walking early yesterday morning and I came upon a dirt road that ran between two fields: one fallow, mounds of dull-brown dirt, the other a dry rustle of leaves before they are […]
I spent last Thursday, Friday and Saturday with some of the smartest, funniest and most impassioned addiction/recovery professionals I have ever met. But probably my favorite line during the three days (or at least the one that makes me smile the most as I recall) was, “Can we talk about something else besides recovery? […]
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OCD is Not Just Washing Your Hands A LOT… I’ll admit I’m guilty of it – I talk about my penchant for origami toilet paper points as being “Sooo OCD”. I don’t like closed doors, or trash in bathroom trash cans, and if I’m left alone for too long I count the ceiling […]