This is a two-fer, a post about food and sobriety… I am on Day 4! I honestly cannot remember the last time I had a Day 4, it’s been months, maybe longer. However that doesn’t really matter. I am here, today, now. In another post I’ll share how I got here, but for now it is enough to let you know I am here. Today. … Continue reading …a good start
The January sky is gray and the air cool, but not cold, with a threat of rain. You know the kind of day that makes you want to stay in your pj’s, curled up in bed, binge watching a series on your iPad. It’s the kind of day you have when life has kept you in fast forward for weeks since the 6:30am phone call … Continue reading …a tap on the shoulder
This morning my fingers stumbled upon the Blog of a friend whom I’ve lost touch with. She’s one of those friends God gives us for a ‘season’. We feed and support each other’s spirits then life takes each of you on your own parallel, no longer intersecting, journey. However, your hearts know that you are but a moment away should one of you need to … Continue reading Connecting threads…..
I know that the tone of my last few posts has not been my normal, positive, self reflective, encouraging, faith based self. Last night I discovered why! I thought it was the life stresses and storm clouds building, that was bringing me down. I thought it was the disruption of my schedule that the end of school brings with it that was causing me distress. … Continue reading What a relief….
I am Kate Spade. For those of you who know me beyond my writing, let me clarify. I have not ever considered suicide, but who knows what would have happened if I had not gotten help and stopped drinking. Kate Spade obviously struggled with mental health, whether or not she drank. I have struggled with alcoholism, also a mental health disease. Alcoholics drink to change … Continue reading Behind the facade….
Ding – Ding – Dong The descending chime of the text alert on my silent cellphone jars my attention from the book I am reading on the screened porch. The silence of this morning has been a gift to my soul. Sitting on the porch reading, I hear only the sounds of birds chirping and the occasional dog barking. Air moving from the ceiling fan … Continue reading The gift of this day…
This is my tenth Mother’s Day without my mom here on Earth. I am going to spend it in much the same way I spent the first, going with family members to the town where mom and dad became high school sweethearts and married 60 years ago, the town all four grandparents lived in until they died, and the town where my mother is buried. … Continue reading Separated, for now…