Being sober for a while, it gets a bit easier to rest on your laurels. To think that you've got this thing licked and that you are just like everybody else. Normal. Wife, mother, employee, friend, daughter, sister, aunt, neighbor. The thing is though, that can all disappear with just one drink. While that seems …
Sunday Night Blues
I don't mind Mondays. It's not that. I quite like Mondays. For I am a seeker of order and schedules and organization. Once Monday arrives, I am usually quite content to greet the day and get back to work. However, the Sundays that come before the Mondays. They are the pits. The Sunday Night Blues. …
What happened when I stopped asking for permission
Maybe it was being all jacked up on hormones. Maybe it was the devil science. Maybe it was that my desire to start a family was so much stronger than what my priorities had been prior to that period of time. I'm not sure what it was exactly, but there was a point in time …
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