I rarely take taxis anymore, but when I do I get extremely nauseous. The minute I enter, maybe even before my feet hit the floor, the bile rises to my throat before I can ask, "can you please roll my window down back here?" Why do all taxis smell the same? It's not an altogether terrible …
Just because I’m not shouting doesn’t mean I don’t rage
We with the tender hearts. It hurts to watch. To listen. To read. It hurts my tender heart to feel the hate and the fear in the words behind the snarled teeth and the overbearing gestures. The shots fired and received. The venom and the sharing of it wide and far. My heart was not …
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Sobriety After 15 Years: More Discovery Than Recovery
I say I'm in recovery when really I'm in discovery. I never had any of the things I claim to have recovered. Only in sobriety did I find all the things alcohol promised me. October 4th, 2001 is the day I was granted some grace and I chose to receive it. All I've discovered has …
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Too Sober For This 