I have this recurring dream. Just one of many that takes me back to my desperation of being in the throes of my addiction. I'm in my parent's basement and in front of the cabinet where they kept their scant liquor bottles. It's bound up by one of those plastic tie locks because their daughter …
Running on Fumes – On Being a Woman and Caring for Myself
I didn't even realize it was happening. I usually don't. It happens every so often when I'm not being diligent. When I'm less patient with my kids and husband. When I'm prickly overall. When I'm eating worse than usual. And I never really eat all that well to begin with. But this is worse. I …
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Grant Each Other the Grace to Feel All the Feelings
My back hurts. My heart longs. My brain aches. I can't remember shit. My eyes are getting worse each day. My knees are starting to ache. My belly has given up. I fret about money. I worry about cruelty in this world for ALL our kids and animals. Including all of us adult kids and …
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Too Sober For This 