holy donut.

You bet I’ll turn over all matters concerning alcohol to a Higher Power, no problem.  I’m an alcoholic after all, Continue reading →

down – home cookin’.

Let’s rewind the clocks to not so long ago.  My skull is a crock pot.  My brain is a rump Continue reading →

pillow thoughts.

I love to think.  I enjoy what-if scenarios, as well as extended dwellings.  There’s nothing better than digging deep into Continue reading →

start unexpecting.

Waiting on external forces to make me happy is no way to go through life. First off, it doesn’t work.  Continue reading →

it’s hard to watch PBS when you get HBO.

Today I’ll be breaking from my regularly scheduled metaphors and allegories to get down to what’s a lot less fluffy Continue reading →

showing, not telling.

That’s the living amends in a nutshell, right?  Show, don’t tell.  Everyone has grown extremely tired of the telling; now Continue reading →

there’s letting things pass and then there’s letting things go.

I can let things pass all day long.  And before that sounds like a shortcoming, or maybe a brag, I Continue reading →

God must have tons of balloons.

It’s been said many, many, many times that alcoholism isn’t a drinking problem; it’s a thinking problem.  And sobriety definitely Continue reading →