Signs You May Be Drinking More

Happy New Year, guys! I hope you are having a great 2020 so far! Festivities have finished and we’re all rolling into business as usual. But I wanted to share something that I know most of us have gone through at some point in our lives (and this is for those who aren’t in recovery): It’s…

The Dangers Of “Wine O’Clock”

I don’t know if I’m qualified to write this, but I’m going to do it anyways. I am not a stay at home mother. I am not even female. I don’t viscerally and emotionally know what it’s like to be a woman in a patriarchal society. I don’t know, firsthand, the pressures involved in living…

An Alcoholic’s Guide To Crashing And Burning During The Holidays

  Yeah.  Holidays.  There are countless parties and events planned.  Some of them are even fun (just kidding…ouch!).  Anyways, many folks in recovery find themselves a little fazed when it comes to the overwhelming ideals of what festivities are “supposed” to look like.  For many, especially early in their sobriety, this time of year can…

42.2 K Serving Of Humble Pie. Pass The Seconds.

I promise this to be my last running post for a while. Or maybe not.  I am apt to change my mind often, being a flawed human being an all.  You know, that thing. I ran my first ever marathon yesterday.  Many folks have asked me how it went or how it felt, and even…

Pass The Mic…Being On The Podcast

This is a slight departure from my usual posts, I do admit. I just wanted to pass on a link to the groovy site http://www.sincerightnow.com Chris, the curator and brains behind the site, has become a friend in the last few months, and has 17 years of clean and sober time.  He is a fine…

How Alcohol Saved My Life

I know, strange to say on a recovery blog, but bear with me. Let me state off the top that alcohol in any way, shape or form right now would kick in my physical cravings and mental obsession.  There is no doubt in my mind about that.  If I were to swig any alcohol in…

Last Line Of Defence, Or How I Ended Up Swallowing Booze This Weekend

Okay…I get it.  With a post header like that, I know that I can’t wax philosophic or whatnot before getting to the story.  You’d skip anything I wrote off the top anyway just to find out the dirt on what I am alluding to.  I get it, gentle reader. I was on the tail end…

Hideous Me, Glorious Me.

I never liked chips when I was growing up.  In fact, my folks didn’t really keep chips in the house.  No Pringles, no Lay’s, no crunchy treats lying around.  Oh now and then, there would be some, but my folks usually ate them, late at night or with dinner.  Sometimes they would ask me to…

The Turn

So I’ve taken up that “jogging” fad that people seem to be taking to these days.  If you had told me that five weeks ago I would be eyeing shoes for pounding the pavement, I would have thought you mad.  Jogging, or “running” as they also call it (I looked it upon the interweb), is…

Back When The Beaver Hit The Bong

Ah the good ol’ days. Well, more accurately, the past as we perceive through a hazy nostalgic set of goggles which are adjusted to a setting  that only allows us to acknowledge only what we want to see, deflecting and ignoring the things that don’t feed into the false ideal and image that we choose…