How You Say It

I don’t know when I started to notice that people are kind of mean to each other a lot. Probably when I was a little girl and the modus operandi in my family was a sharp tongue full of insult and jab. Something like this: “Oh! I love horses! They’re...
Settling

Settling

Our house is settling. We watched a show about sinkholes and then days later up the street appeared a spray painted note on the road: sinkhole. My youngest sons’ door jamb is separating at what to me seems like an alarming rate, or maybe it’s just more...
Two and a Half Years

Two and a Half Years

I had an idea to make a Soberbia Instagram page. So I did it. You can find it there with this: s.o.b.e.r.b.i.a I was two and a half years sober yesterday. This Brian Andreas picture hangs on the wall at 6 1/2 year old height outside my sons’ room. It says:...
Adapting

Adapting

It’s raining here today so I started messing around with the look of my blog. I’m never very happy with it, so every so often I change it. Then I think about moving over to WordPress. Then I think I should maybe make my own page. But I don’t know how...