Yesterday, a woman with two wiener dogs made me cry. This is notable primarily because I rarely cry out in the wild because someone did something to upset me. Not anymore, at least. Here's what happened: I was trying to deliver a book to a customer that lives in an apartment on the second floor... Continue Reading →
When I signed up for AA*, it was with the understanding that they were going to fix me. Although I'd mostly pulled my shit together from the outside, on the inside I was a mess. I felt suffocated by shame, terrified of actually experiencing real emotion, and mostly just broken. Oh, and I was completely... Continue Reading →
Once, years ago, I found myself driving though a rural part of Florida. I was headed to work in the late afternoon, teaching writing to folks who thought writing had nothing to do with what they wanted to do with their lives. It's real bleak to share the thing that brings you joy with folks... Continue Reading →
A woman who carries a secret is an exhausted woman.Women Who Run with the Wolves, Clarissa Pinkola Estés I gave up being exhausted in late 2008. For 33 years, I'd been collecting secrets (big and utterly minuscule) and stacking them precariously in various corners of my soul. Which meant I couldn't round a corner without... Continue Reading →
Another black man was killed by police in Atlanta. Shot in the back while he was running away. Know the egregious act that ended his life? He was drunk. And he fell asleep in his car in a Wendy's drive-thru. This is a story I should be hearing in an AA meeting in a church... Continue Reading →
I'm a well-documented recovering control freak. I love nothing more than a well-worn pattern, a comfortable sense of expectation. Spontaneity? Sure, as long as it's carefully planned. Just BEING is something I've been trying to perfect for a while now. (See what I did there? Because being is about the moment... and you can't perfect...... Continue Reading →
One of my girlfriends, who I adored with what I'm now sure must've felt like stifling intensity, really enjoyed spending time alone. No, not like time alone with me. Time alone. Like by herself. This baffled me. What did she think when she was by herself? Didn't she get bored? What was going on in her head... Continue Reading →
Getting sober is HARD. But life on this side of being a drunk is pretty damn miraculous.
I've working on getting myself unstuck from a pretty significant rut. But good news... I found 5 relatively simple things I could do to reconnect with myself & the world around me.
Yesterday, during approximately the last 15 seconds of an AA meeting, a dude chimes in with this nugget: "The power isn't in 'knowing' God. The power is in the seeking of God." And I was all, "Don't mind me. I'll just sit over here quietly. Mind BLOWN." Because YES. It's this that I have been... Continue Reading →