Archive for November, 2008

Today, I am thankful for: my Polish grandmother’s pierogi recipe. words. my family, even with all their angst-inducing nuttiness. my sense of humor, which helps me deal with the above-mentioned family. my friends, who also help me deal. my daughters and their exasperatingly, exhilaratingly different personalities. sprigs of rosemary fresh from my garden. the lovely […]


I heard this story (or something like it) at an AA meeting the other day. Back in the day, it was the sort of thing that would have inspired a fair share of derisive eye-rolling on my part. And now? I think maybe it’s a little corny, but a nice enough reminder to count our […]


From p. 37 of Alcoholics Anonymous, The Story of How Many Thousands of Men and Women Have Recovered from Alcoholism, Fourth Edition, copyright ©1939 (a.k.a. The Big Book) Our behavior is as absurd and incomprehensible with respect to the first drink as that of an individual with a passion, say, for jaywalking. He gets a […]


Dear Dad, You’re coming to visit today, and I’m equal parts happy and anxious. Your granddaughters, who get to enjoy your company for a few days each year, are giggling and giddy with anticipation. They’ve made a “Welcome Opa” sign, decided which board games you’re going to play and in what order, and have even […]


Status quo.

22Nov08

Aside from this blog and Flickr, my other current online self-expression passion is Facebook. I’m not sure why it surprises me, but I just realized that a healthy (or perhaps unhealthy?) amount of my Friends often have status updates related to drinking. Behold, a sampling from today: J. is home, armed with a glass of […]


I told B. that I knew I had a drinking problem on our fifth date, a little over two years ago. I was pretty smashed at the time. I can’t remember his response, but he didn’t seem to mind. I stayed over at his house for the first time that night. Although we drank a […]


Thank God I’m not a radio host. I’d have incurred some hefty FAA fines tonight. After dinner, I completely lost it with my 11-year-old (a.k.a. Control Freak Jr.). She got frustrated while doing her homework and I got frustrated at her frustration. She started yelling and I started yelling about her yelling. She started charging […]