I'm sad. I'm listening to sad music and luxuriating in the darkness. Today is the last day of riding the CTA Brown Line train into the Loop for work from our apartment. We will still be living in the City of Chicago, but will take a different train and a different route. And it will …
Easy does it
Long term sobriety is a marathon, not a sprint. That's as close to a running metaphor as you'll ever hear me spout. I've got a few 24 hours going here, but at times it can feel as though I'm just starting out. Fumbling, clawing, grasping for calm, cool and collected. Groping for the wisdom to …
Letter to a New Mom: You are the Most Qualified
Dear New Mom, Wait, scratch this letter thing. I'm coming over. I'm here. I'm here so let's chat while you feed that perfect baby. I'm gonna kick everybody else out so it's just you and me. I'll keep a safe distance, because I know. I get it. But let's talk. And then I'll stay …
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Too Sober For This 