Seven pills a day. Three to four meetings a week. One guided meditation, three times a week. Four other addicts who I call/text regularly. Five afternoon naps during the course of a workweek. 10,000 to 18,000 steps per day walking. As of May 27, 2017 those are the numbers. The numbers I need to keep […]Read More it takes a village, people.
“A place where there isn’t any trouble. Do you suppose there is such a place, Toto?” Dorothy Gale, The Wizard of Oz (1939) If the world right now seems like an overwhelming, horrible fucked up place, that’s because it is. And let’s get it out of the way- I won’t be the one to ever […]Read More was it the movie or was it the moment?
A pot of lavender on your patio. The guy who stands on the corner who sings Motown covers. A shaggy black dog in the elevator. The smell of waffle cones wafting out of a downtown ice cream shop. A text from another sober person who just wants to let you know they’re thinking about you. […]Read More The Battle of Bitterville
Girl. It’s the four letter text message that says it all. Add a “u” or a few rrr’s but it still says everything. It says, “Oh my god.” It says, “Can you believe this shit?” It says, “I’m exhausted and I can’t get it into it.” It says, “I agree with you.” It says, “I’m […]Read More what we mean when we call you girl
So long ago It’s a certain time It’s a certain place Not everybody I know who got sober drank at work. Not everybody I know who got sober did drugs at work. But I certainly did. As did my favorite rock goddess Stevie Nicks. Stevie also slept with Tom Petty and wore shawls to work, […]Read More a path to the rainbow’s end
Blink and you probably missed International Firefighter’s Day on May 4th. Likewise, you might have missed Secretary’s Day on April 26 or Teacher’s Day this past Tuesday, May 9. But don’t worry. There’s always Labor Day which sort of celebrates all kinds of workers in a big lump. Being a festive alcoholic by nature, I […]Read More a job well done
Everybody has something they bring to the table. Even people who are awful have that one thing they contribute, even if it’s just their general awfulness. Personally, that thing I can bring to the table is my sense of humor. Look, this is not some passive aggressive outcry for compliments. Jesus fuck no. I just […]Read More standard bitch
What other people think of me is none of my business. What other people think of me is none of my business. What other people think of me is none of my business. Rinse and repeat four thousand times. Sure, sure, sure. I believe this. Or I try to. See, I know it’s true and even […]Read More please talk about me when I’m gone
If I have unrealistic expectations, don’t blame me. Blame Tina Turner. Witnessing Tina Turner live and onstage at age 12 has forever warped my expectations of what mere mortals should be able to do. I thought that every woman could dance and run around for 90 minutes in 7 inch high heels (they cannot). I […]Read More private chanter
I know, I know. It’s not April anymore. Why the hell am I still talking? Trust me. I’m as shocked as anybody else that I still have anything to say. If April went on for any longer, I’d be forced to write posts reviewing YouTube drag queen videos (Um that actually sounds entertaining now that […]Read More Lessons from Blogging Every Day in April