Seven years ago today, I woke up hungover. And thirsty. Thirsty for peace. Thirsty for answers. Thirsty for freedom from the unquenchable thirst I had for the one thing that continually left my heart and my soul parched: alcohol. Seven years ago today, I woke up hungover. And scared. Scared of how…
Carbs Taste Better on the Crapper
Don’t do it Jo. Don’t buy it. But it’s for the kids. You always say that, but you know you’re going to end up having most of it yourself. No I won’t. Not this time. It’s the kind of internal dialogue I used to have every time I passed by the Two Buck Chuck at…