Sometimes a poem wakes you up in the middle of the night. Like a baby kicking, it’s inside you, dancing with its own consciousness, until you must throw open your eyes and acknowledge its existence. Continue reading The Healing Power of the Poem
For me, poetry has the power to heal, to transform. It is how I shake out the cobwebs of past shame and through open the curtains to shine light upon my darkness. Continue reading Writing to Heal and Finding My Breath
I think I probably considered myself a FAILURE for most of my early adult life. But what if I wasn’t? When we reframe failure in our minds as a TOOL, it becomes a game-changer. Continue reading Flipping Off Failure
So we decide to quit drinking alcohol… are we destined to be ‘Recovering’ for the rest of our lives? Continue reading From Recovery to Discovery
When I initially decided that I needed to stop drinking, my biggest fear was that I would lose my identity. On Day 2 I wrote in my journal in shaky handwriting: Who am I? Continue reading Busting the Belief – “Drinking makes me cool”
I love it when I ‘believe’ things or ‘know’ them to be true in my guts and then find out that science is busy proving the same thing. Continue reading Thoughts on Thoughts, by a Half-Assed Scientist
It was an underlying sense that something was slipping through my fingers, but I couldn’t quite figure out what. It was a feeling that something else existed in the world that was just outside of my awareness. I was missing it and I needed it, but I couldn’t find it. Continue reading The Dread Pit
A poem of struggle and excuses. (It’s never too late for a new beginning.) Continue reading What I Found at the Bottom of Every Bottle I Ever Drank
I was an alcoholic for over 25 years. During that time I also lived my life like a normal person. Continue reading Three years ago I decided to quit drinking
Thought you’d skipped town for good. Yet I keep catching glimpses of you creeping around again, under the clutter in my messy house and behind the quinoa in my secret stash of Oreos. Continue reading Hey Depression, old pal
Waking up Razzle-Dazzle 