I am on vacation in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula while most of my loved ones and all my most memorable stomping grounds are in the eye of a storm. My son Jonathan has been chased by Irma from Tampa to Blue Ridge, Georgia. Kim is laid-up in Jacksonville while several of her roofs lifted off their […]
In the end, the reason I decided to move was because of a shower curtain rod. There were lots of reasons I can list, now that the decision is made, for leaving my apartment. It was expensive. Especially given its (admittedly groovy) industrial, proletariat vibe. I never saw anyone in the halls and isolation is not good for my […]
I went to a free concert at Meijer Gardens on the 4th of July with Cindy. She seems to be witnessing a few of my sober “firsts”. This time, it was at an outdoor, camp-chair, picnic basket kind of concert. I haven’t been to one of those sober before. In fact, an outdoor concert (once I recced the […]
We’re moving offices. I am sitting with stacked boxes, furniture with yellow dots and Halloween decorations too big to package (don’t ask) waiting for the movers to arrive. It’s early, and I’ve been thinking about the positive aspects of change. Especially for those of us in recovery. Cha cha cha changes… Moving brings out the unique […]
I woke at 4:30 to a storm and couldn’t go back to sleep. So, I got up and went to Starbucks. There’s no WIFI at my mom’s and I have been working on an article for Excursions Magazine that’s like a burr – I can’t seem to get it out… I arrived at 5:50 and the place […]
I guess one reason for me posting this, is if you have a child/adult child who has mentioned their concern about your drinking, take their concern and multiply it by at least 50, because they are trying to tell you in the least offensive way possible. Odds are they have spent hours, if not days […]
I spent a lot of the first year after I got divorced in the closet. For some reason, it felt safe for me to sit on the floor of my walk-in with a bottle of plonk and get quietly drunk, while inventorying my shoes. It’s funny, but I’ve heard a number of women in recovery say… […]
