Nowadays if my Mother posted this on Pinterest she’d probably get arrested, or at the very least, an online smackdown. I have to admit, the one time having a child ever entered into my vodka-soaked brain, it was because of the appeal of dressing it up, so I have no …
Oh for fuck’s sake, y’all. So much is swirling in my head and being a grown up just bites sometimes. I hate this adulting thing. This week has (already) been one of uncertainty, financial douchery, and temporary employment ennui. My recovery process has been amazing, don’t get me wrong – …
Recently, I found myself in a drunk yoga class. . . as opposed to being drunk in a yoga class. Been there, done that. Let me back up. This week I attended a “Yoga for Recovery” class that combined core yoga poses with some reading and light meditation, specifically geared …
I have just returned from a life-changing and restorative getaway with my three best friends, The Douchebags. I’m still processing and collecting my thoughts on all that I learned and experienced there, so in the interim, I offer you an another tidbit from my old (while I was still a …
