My Cranky Recovery

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 →

Airports are for drinking, which everyone knows. Some of my best binges were in airports, which led to binging on planes, which led to navigating any number of strange cities through the delicious fog of my own toxicity. Standing, hip cocked, waiting for my bag, reinstalling Uber through a Boingo hotspot, then carefully avoiding conversation … Continue reading Sober flying is stupid →