Excuses, Excuses, Excuses

I’m starting to string days together again. The thrill of waking up every morning hangover free feels great each and every time. The satisfaction of knowing I beat the wine bitch feels powerful. But I’m not going to get seduced again into the pink cloud syndrome. As a chronic stringer of dayers, and a chronicContinue reading “Excuses, Excuses, Excuses”

She Recovers Chicago Connection and Shamebooth

I was pretty proud of myself last night. I went to my first recovery event. It was in the evening, and all day I was working on talking myself out of going. What if I got in a car accident on the way home? I won’t know anybody there, and I’ll feel alone and awkward.Continue reading “She Recovers Chicago Connection and Shamebooth”

My son goes on a Kairos Retreat with his school later this month. It is a spiritual retreat, and the kids receive letters from people that most influenced them. This is a secret, and the kids are not supposed to know about it, so I’ve been secretly contacting people in his life that I thinkContinue reading