Living a Small Life

Dee said, “I want to live a small life.” Coming from someone who’s been around the world living large, it was a surprising statement. I think she meant she was ready for simplicity: no traffic, no unnecessary bills, no drama. I remember saying in response, “Not me. I’m not ready for that.” But walking around the back yard of my parent’s house this morning, our conversation came back to me, the way my conversations with Dee often do.What’s wrong with a small life? After living a huge (and dangerous and foolish and drunken) life for so long, simplicity is kind of captivating. And pristine. And safe.

Yes, I’m in Motor City…









Today I’m not drinking because I’m living small.

How come you’re not drinking?