Sitting in my family room the other morning, house quiet as my family slept in, I looked around me. The kitchen was still cluttered with dishes that did not make it into the already full dishwasher, a basket next to me overflowed with balls of yarn I wanted to knit, the coffee table in front of me a Jenga tower of magazines ready to topple. … Continue reading …filling the void
Not sure how to write this. I’ve never been good at asking for help from others. But here goes – Last night I received a text from my sister telling me how much she enjoyed my post from yesterday titled, …irrational rhythm. She asked if I’d been getting lots of LIKEs and Comments. My answer? Nope and Nope. Bloggers write for many reasons but one … Continue reading …a little help
I have not found a predictable rhythm in Quarantine Life. I have not been able to make sense of the days and nights and weeks. I wake, bouncing from one thing to another until at the end of the day there are more things on my Do List than on my Done List. Each member of my family is on a different schedule, sleeping, waking … Continue reading …irrational rhythm
I am so very thankful for the roof over my head, the food in my pantry, the love of my family, the grace of the Lord. I have nothing to complain about in these days of worldwide pandemic and crisis, yet my flesh is uncomfortable. I hear a judging voice in my head comparing my chaotic mess of a kitchen to the stunning Insta-worthy images … Continue reading …time to refuel
You don’t see it coming until it’s too, late. It creeps up on you. The days are ordinary, albeit full of the normal stresses of life. And then something happens, and the world feels quite different. Sitting on the beach, soaking up the sun and watching your children play at the water’s edge, it’s the tsunami wave sailing toward you from miles off, about to … Continue reading …the thief
Today is DAY28AF! This feels big! And important! Where is my Hollywood perfect celebration with confetti, cake and a silly skit? I’ve been looking forward to this day, the little voice in my head cheering me along as it drew closer saying, “YAY! You graduate on Day 28! You will be cured! It will be easy from here on out.” Let me be clear, I did not go … Continue reading Magic 28
It’s not my fault. I am not broken. I no longer accept that my addiction to alcohol happened because there is something wrong with me, making me different from anyone else. I also do not accept that I have a fatal incurable disease. These are concepts that I’ve run into over the years, especially at AA. They used to make me feel powerless and, to … Continue reading …poison control
