Every year, Facebook memories makes sure I won’t forget an idyllic Mother’s Day of the past, which started with a breakfast-in-bed menu written in crayon. I got to choose between toast and cereal, and the fact that it was two hours earlier than I would normally eat was unimportant. Only half-awake, I blissfully ate my … Continue reading Trampoline of Truth
Whatever model or program or approach or belief system you employ, your recovery is made better by the presence of fellow travelers. In other words, people who share your diagnosis are prepared to listen to your bullshit and talk you off your personal ledges. This is true of every affliction. Whatever your diagnosis, you need … Continue reading Where Are Your Others?
For anyone who doesn't know, AWP is the annual gathering of approximately 12,000 writers and editors held at rotating locations around the US. It's the mother ship. It calls us home each year. We all know the stereotype that writers are heavy drinkers. While not every writer has spent years and thousands of dollars to … Continue reading A Sober Person’s Guide to AWP
a misty remembrance Stemware was standard, of course. I preferred wine glasses with a certain heft, a solidness. Most of mine were clear, but I once bought a violet blue glass I liked, and should have loved, but never did. At a Renaissance fair in the 80s, I bought one made from pottery, thrown on … Continue reading The Things I Drank From
Welcome to this month's sober author interview, featuring the amazing Alexis Paige, author of Not a Place on Any Map. When, what, and where was your last drink? It was thirteen years ago—Professor Plum in the Billiards Room with a candlestick. I like to play this game of drunkalogue in the form of…a Jeopardy Question, a … Continue reading Cranky interview with author Alexis Paige
I have to do five things, all the time, to stay comfortable in sobriety. Running is one of them. I’ve been an off and on runner (mostly off) for a couple of decades. Here’s my cyclical running pattern. Don’t run for a year or more. Go for one two-mile run. Sign up for a marathon. … Continue reading Keeping it together in sobriety: part one of five
A friend told me that drinking dreams are merely “our subconscious taking out the trash” but I think it’s more like “our subconscious upending the trash can and spreading the trash all over the kitchen then leaving the door open on its way out”. These dreams are always a variation on the same theme. There … Continue reading My dreams are three-ply plastic