It’s funny, the stories I will tell myself sometimes…
One of the greatest joys of being sober is doing shit you never even dreamed of… I didn’t have such a great imagination when I was drinking. Sure, I could sit on a barstool & tell you I was going to run a marathon the year I turned 30 (even though I’d never run moreContinue reading “Dream Big (or even at all will do)”
Parenting is largely intuitive. Right? Or am I doing it wrong? Because this really feels, for the most part, like a fly-by-the-seat-of-your-pants endeavor. It’s not so much the “where do babies come from?” conversations… those big ones are expected. You kind of get to plan for those. And, honestly, for us that one was easy…Continue reading “Her Timing is Always a Mystery”
When quarantine feels a little too weighty for me–when the stark gravity of living in a horror-filmesque world puts me right on the razor’s edge of true terror–I pause and think how much worse it would be if I was still drinking. And it always makes me laugh. Because holy mother of pearl, I wasContinue reading “It’s Funny. And It’s Not.”
True confession time: I’d never read a graphic novel before Hey, Kiddo. I know. But, of course, the first graphic novel I grab is a memoir that tackles super-heavy stuff like addiction, loss, and belonging. Because tights and capes are overrated. I picked Hey, Kiddo specifically because it addresses addiction. I often wonder about how to talk toContinue reading “The Nitty Gritty: A Remotely Intellectual Review of Hey, Kiddo.”
“God is either everything, or else He is nothing. God either is, or He isn’t.” I sat on an overstuffed couch that was a little too deep for my feet to comfortably reach the floor in a church basement illuminated by lamplight. I sipped my bubbly water and looked around at the small group assembled,Continue reading “Sometimes Life Happens in Odd Places”
Moving forward involves forgiving myself. Sometimes, it’s easier said than done. But it’s a spiritual practice…
Know what grace looks like for me? It looks like reckoning with a 1000 piece puzzle. It looks like family. It looks like gratitude.
Ever had a emotional hangover? Like from all the ups and downs of the holidays? Yeah, they’re real. And they’re hella tough. So, this Monday, take it easy on yourself. You’re worth it.
I got sober in AA. And, after a lot of years of kickin’ it on my own in recovery, I returned to AA. Because I’m kind of in love with the seeking that a lot of folks are doing as they work their program. That energy, the drawing closer to a higher power, is where I want to be.