The other day I was giving my ‘elevator pitch’ about my coaching business to a woman in my networking group, and I mentioned my history with alcohol use. As soon as I said it, I could see a subtle shift as her face dropped into that expression of pity. She nodded her head sympathetically, “Oh yes, such a shame. My friend’s sister’s ex-husband is an … Continue reading Am I an alcoholic?
The launch of my first book was January 7, 2022. It was a childhood dream that couldn’t manifest until I finally took alcohol out of my life. Continue reading Achieving the Dream: My Book Launch
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
This past weekend we took our little family on a mini-vacation to visit Chicago — see the sights, ride the train, show the kids the ‘Big City.’ But me for it meant so much more. Continue reading Returning Home
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.
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April is Sexual Assault Awareness Month. There are ribbons and memes and hashtags to draw attention to this ongoing (and far too common) issue, but we must remember that behind all of that are the real people and their stories. Continue reading To Drown A Crow
So we decide to quit drinking alcohol… are we destined to be ‘Recovering’ for the rest of our lives?
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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”
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
Waking up Razzle-Dazzle 