Category Archives: Sobriety

The Panther in the Yard

Where the Wild Things Are…   When I first moved to Florida, I lived in a pristine, gated community.The streets were vacuumed, the palmettos pruned, the bordering golf course fairways were green and flat as pool-table felt. Even the alligators were culled when they got big enough to threaten lapdogs; trussed up in duct tape and removed to […]

eDisharmony…

In my spare time, I like to sit on the lawns of my friends and contemplate bridges. You?   A few years ago I got the cockamamie idea I should sign up for one of those on-line dating sites. I had the notion I was meeting the wrong types of men on remote islands in The Bahamas, […]

Gambling…

I Dated Captain Ron for Three Years

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, […]

I’ll Rally, I Always Do…

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, […]

Quiet Recovery

I Dated Captain Ron for Three Years

  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 […]

The Ravings of a Madwoman…

I Dated Captain Ron for Three Years

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 […]

Don’t Get Gator Bit!

Don’t Get Gator Bit!

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 […]