my 10-speed has 1 speed.

There’s a certain phenomenon that happens among a certain percentage of alcoholics that I’ve never thought about before, but I Continue reading →

better enough…

or sometimes a sooner nooner? And by “nooner”, I mean a quiet, eyes-closed, 10-minute guided meditation. Step 11: sought through prayer Continue reading →

pointing out the assholes.

This is something I am particularly good at: a skill I’ve been sharpening my entire life.  Because nobody gets remembered Continue reading →

ballerinas shouldn’t exist.

Before we begin let me clarify: we’re not talking about ballerinas forced to become ballerinas in dancing gulags behind the Continue reading →

looking down.

To get into this program, I needed to have a timeout called on myself. I needed to stop everything, hop Continue reading →

which way today?

Throughout the day, I happen upon nouns that elicit mental reactions. I can choose to let those reactions float by, Continue reading →

you tell me how long.

My dry-drunks come in the form of busyness.  I stretch myself thin, and to make up for the lost time, Continue reading →

used to never know.

I need to stop confusing wants and needs.  I also need to stop believing that until my wants and needs Continue reading →