As I stared in the ladies room bathroom mirror, I pulled out three far too long eyebrow hairs and deposited them into the garbage. I glanced at my cleavage and reveled in how I still got it going on in the décolletage area. Then I re-applied my red lipstick. Some might say I look like …
That’s Why I’m Here: On Vulnerability and Courage and Gratitude
Some days I am so steeled against the world, it's a wonder I even feel the rain on my face. Other days, like today, I am cracked right open. So raw and vulnerable that I may not function as a human being but rather just a ball of electric feelings so exposed to the elements …
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My Last Drink was a Bottle of Nyquil 14 Years Ago
It snuck up on me this year. This Soberthday. This 14 year anniversary of the day I said ENOUGH and finally stopped all the bullshit lies and asked for help with my alcoholism and then took the help being offered to me seriously. The day I chose life on life's terms. That day I walked …
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Too Sober For This 