I’ve been stalking a fan of Jason Isbell for over a decade now and I kid about an impending restraining order but jokes aside, he’s my fave by far and I feel like he speaks to my soul on a level that no other artist or musician ever has, even …
I’ve been blessed with good health. I wasn’t a sickly kid, and I’ve always had a better-than-average immune system. Despite years of alcohol abuse, I’ve had relatively few sick days, and no real health issues besides Cirrhosis, as diagnosed in 2015 – which is dormant, thankfully, as I approach eight …
One of the perks of living directly above my folks are their concert nights. Now by concert I don’t mean they are actually singing, but very often, my Mother is, and not knowing the words doesn’t stop her. Often it’s after they’ve arrived home from an event or dinner and …
You indeed can go home again, and here’s how; forget everything you knew about who you were, and who you’ve become, and then let the two of them collide with a thunderous clank or a gentle harmonious click, or whatever it happens to look like, at your intersection. I’m back …
So as I tooled around this city the last few months this song kept catching me everywhere I went, and although I couldn’t quite make out all the lyrics, her delightfully lilt-y voice along with the “won’t hurt so much forever” chorus really stuck with me and at one intersection …
Well, here we are. I don’t know about you guys, but I’ve had about enough “growth opportunities” lately. I recently heard someone say “I don’t know where the hell I’m going, but I’m making good time” and although I’m not 100 percent sure what that means, I sure as hell …
I have worked in retail the last two years, and I dig it. I love the fast pace, the snappy banter, and I can safely say, most customers. Yes, I’m one of those folks that actually likes people – always have. I am a social creature by nature. I was …
Obviously there are still times that I’d love to have a drink. That may be the dumbest sentence I’ve ever typed. Well, no, not even close really, but you smell what I’m stepping in – don’t ya? It will strike out of nowhere, the craving or the damn trigger, as …
The Pandemic may be about controlling an outbreak, but in this case, I drove the monkey to the airport myself. I haven’t told many of my co-workers about my raging alcoholism, because. . . DUH. It’s not that I’m completely ashamed of it, as much as I just don’t lead …
“OF COURSE we skipped Christmas, why wouldn’t we?”, laughed my Mother on the other end of the phone, late last week. “We thought we had all the time in the world!” Yes, it’s definitely ironic that 2019 was the one Christmas my Mother and I decide to “skip” in lieu …
