I remember my first AA meeting. I was 18 at the time, and at the urging of some friends who were growing weary of my booze-induced antics, I grudgingly let a friend’s mom, who had been enjoying the benefits of sobriety for decades, take me with her one night. We made our way through a…
Co-Dependency is Contagious
Growing up my sister and I were surrounded by family members that loved and adored me us very much. One such particular family member, our mom, was so demanding of our time and attention full of love for us that often times we felt….really freaking annoyed. “Girls, are you ever coming back? I miss you like crazy! I…
A Nightmare of Sorts
I had a dream last night that you were drowning as I stood helplessly safely onshore next to your brother Your tiny body fighting to stay afloat in a ruthless sea that didn’t give a $#$% about how much I loved you or that my world would come to a screeching halt if you were to be taken…
This Post Does Not Come with a Photo. You’re Welcome.
I did something this morning that made me cringe. It was awful.Humiliating.Worse than I could have imagined. I was miserable the entire time. This morning, I blow dried my hair. In front of the mirror. Naked. And it wasn’t because I was out of towels. People. I did it on purpose. Right about now you…
Specialist is Not Another Word for Friend
Having a son with special needs means we’ve met our fair share of doctors over the past six years.And, given Andrew’s newest set of “circumstances,” we’re on our way to meeting many, many more. I’ve taken to compiling what I consider to be significant scientific data on these “specialists” in order to pass the time during our appointments…
When Good Deeds Go Bad
Well folks, it happened again. I left my precious wreath alone, bare and vulnerable and at the hands of a woman weilding a hot glue gun, while on a weekend family getaway. You’d think I’d have learned my lesson from the last time this happened. The result? Is nothing sacred around here?!! In her defense, my mom is…
Heaven Shmeaven
Recently I’ve noticed that I’ve passed down a lot of wonderful things to my son Ian. His thick, wavy brown hair His almond shaped eyes His sweet tooth disposition His irrational fear and obsession with death Wait. What? Alas. It’s here. What I’ve dreaded but, given his sensitive and emotional nature, easily predicted all along:…