I am totally unqualified to write the post I’m about to write. But I just listened to a thought provoking podcast from the guys at Since Right Now and I’m thinking this morning (till my thinker gets sore) about God and His role in my recovery from alcoholism. http://www.sincerightnow.com/pdcst/ I’m also tiptoeing around WORDS this morning because […]
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Okay class, is this a depiction of someone who is whelmed or OVERWHELMED? I’m so excited. I discovered today that there is such a thing as being whelmed – without the “over”. It means engulfed. And one can be gruntled too, without the “dis”. It means satisfied. Why didn’t I know this? And I was talking […]
Today is my birthday. As the old dirge says, “I’m another day older and a’ deeper in debt…” I Googled “birthday” this morning, because I love to read the condescending descriptions for those iconic things we should just know, like “ponies” or “water”. Wikipedia explains: A birthday is a day that comes once a year when […]
I posted a picture of The River Rest Cemetery a few days ago; it was featured in an article about Flint’s Most Haunted Places, because a J Seward Johnson creation called Crack the Whip is supposed to kill you (or worse) if you put your foot in the sculpture’s whimsical, mislaid child’s sandal. If you read this blog regularly, […]
Oh for God’s sake – I’m not going to KILL MYSELF… This is my gun though and I know how to use it. I’m feeling like I’m feeling this morning and I am wondering why. It’s Halloween, it’s raining and I’m sorely disappointed. When I look in the mirror it’s not me looking back. My limbs […]
Over the top? But I couldn’t write this morning and it’s cold and I had to drive a long way to get coffee… Or in the Old Days I Would Have Tied One on, Started a Fight in the Former Yugoslavia and Thrown my Computer in the Garbage – in that order… I once asked for a […]
Every time I walk into an airport I am inundated by the memories of tipsy journeys past. My husband was a nervous traveler and although we spent a lot of time in airports, my most lasting memory of traveling with him is of running. We would schlep our heavy carry-ons and sprint up sky scraping escalators from the bowels […]
The last vestiges of fall at River Rest Cemetery… I’m in Flint, Michigan; it’s the Halloween season – my absolute favorite; and I write a blog called Waking Up the Ghost. So sue me for taking photos in the River Rest Cemetery (where all my dead relatives reside) and for my macabre desire to embrace things melancholy and autumnal […]
I lived on Jacksonville Beach for 3 years but DROVE to Guanna to walk for the GLORIOUS isolation… I think to be a recluse you have to be really rich. Poor folks just hole up… There has been a lot written about introversion and alcoholism. We all know that alcoholics isolate. But I have recently talked to […]
When we have ONE drink, we wake the monster and he is THIRSTY, n’est-ce pas? We all have names for it. The Ghost, the Sleeping Giant, the Devil, the Dragon. It’s the alcoholic’s most terrifying bugaboo. Waiting in the back of the mind, or the pantry, or the neighborhood pub is a monster who rears an ugly […]