
Finding Gratitude within Pain and Transformation
I spent March 2020 in my own personal state of emergency. Looking back, I find lessons in this time of pain and transformation. Continue reading Finding Gratitude within Pain and Transformation
I spent March 2020 in my own personal state of emergency. Looking back, I find lessons in this time of pain and transformation. Continue reading Finding Gratitude within Pain and Transformation
I wrote a post the other day about shedding the fifteen pounds I gained since the Covid pandemic began. While it was an attempt to be humorous, by chiding myself and personifying the weight as a mooching houseguest who’d overstayed their welcome, I realize that this post had inadvertently reinforced society’s bias against women who carry extra weight. Continue reading It’s not about my weight
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
This year I am going to pull my dreams down from the shelf and roll them in my hands like clay. Continue reading Resolutions
I started writing because there were stories inside of me that needed to get out. Old stories, gritty stories, haunting stories. Stories I had spent years drinking into the shadows. Stories that peered up at me in fragile longing, begging to be seen and forgiven. Continue reading The Words I Write
This new poem came from the deepest place of connection. It is a very personal description of my reunion with spirit during my recovery journey, and a nod to the divine within us all. Continue reading Spirit Guide
In our earthly human lives, if we are lucky enough, we will find ourselves in a transformative state much like the pile of soupy goo inside a chrysalis. If we are lucky enough, we will not trudge through our whole existence as a flightless caterpillar. Continue reading The Chrysalis
It has been 2 years, 8 months, and 7 days (approximately) since I made the decision to break free from the grip of consistent alcohol abuse.But alcohol has crossed my lips since then. Continue reading Let’s Talk About Sober, Baby