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 …
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 …
My weekend was a cacophony of leaf blowers, chainsaws and mowers. My legs and arms bear bloody scratches from thorns and random branches, and I have tight and sore muscles that I didn’t even know existed. I see myself as a gardening enthusiast and I totally am if you count …
Sometimes so much good stuff is going on in my life that I forget that it was only a little over four years ago when the shit hit the fan in my alcoholism, and brought me both figuratively and literally, to my knees. It’s natural that we want to put …
But there is only forward, no other wayTomorrow is your hope at the end of the dayAnd gold turns gray, and gold turns gray –Stay Gold, First Aid Kit As I listen to the melodious harmony of their voices I can’t help but begrudgingly admit that this *new* favorite song …
So, another birthday has come and gone without much fanfare, and that’s just fine by me. These days, a quiet evening at home spent with tacos and Godiva (imma wee bit bougie) cheesecake is my first choice, over what used to be a loud bar and waking up with random …
You guys it’s ridiculous, it really is. I’ve had a post that I’ve been working on, for say, two months now, and it just hangs here in WordPress mocking my laziness and procrastination. And really, it’s not laziness, as much as it is my own judgment of my material. Is …
“NO BURN NOTICE at the campground!” That’s the text I received recently as I was packing up my Jeep for a weekend trip with some of my oldest friends and favorite people. It’s been super dry here in the South and they vetoed open flames in our campground, but we …
We are constantly in a state of change and transition. Nothing is permanent, I’m learning. . . slowly. One could argue that a Cirrhotic liver feels pretty damn permanent, but I’m certainly not going to last forever, so I suppose that ultimately proves my point. These last four years have …
