I got sober on an unexpected evening in June. I inhaled my last Marlboro light in the early hours of a September morning I’ve pledged to be more kind more present less selfish once in March, twice in August, a half -dozen times between Halloween and Thanksgiving Today I woke up without…
The Healing Nature of Conga Lines
Maybe it’s because I first felt the freedom of sobriety at a wedding. Seventeen days after my last drink, my family and I drove to Las Vegas to see my cousin get hitched. Ya. Las Vegas. The place to be when you want to stop drinking. It was there, in the grand ballroom of a…
Amy Winehouse Dies at 27
Amy Winehouse is dead. I found out just a little while ago, when I sat down in front of my computer. I read the headline on my homepage and it took my breath away. And then I cried a little. She wasn’t my friend. She wasn’t even my favorite artist (th0ugh her talent was unmistakable)…
To Thine Own Self Be True
I finally got my five-year chip this morning. After a hairy start to the day, my logic, the part of me that said I had a sink full of dishes, a calendar full of deadlines, a small window of time to clean and cook before the boys returned from summer school, took a backseat to…