Telling Practice

Telling Practice

I’ve been sharing my story a lot (and by a lot I mean I told 3 or 4 people) this week: putting myself out there for people to see. Owning up to being an alcoholic. I don’t have any practice at that since I still don’t go to meetings. So it feels...
Three’s A Crowd

Three’s A Crowd

On my ride to work this morning I was zooming down a hill, grinning like a fool in the dawn’s early light. And no one much oh say can you see’d, since it’s early. But that doesn’t stop my brain from haranguing me. “You didn’t leave...
See These Keys

See These Keys

I want out of my own head so badly some days. “Please!” I would cry, to anyone who’d listen. “Help me out of here! I’m trapped!” And here I am, holding the keys the whole time. But they’re invisible keys. They just jingle. And...
Comfort In

Comfort In

My friend Sherry got me thinking more about comfort with her latest post. Semantics dictate that alcohol is addictive, that there is science behind the madness. That chemically and brain-i-ally some of us can have just one glass of wine while others of us...