Posts Tagged ‘relationships’

[note: I’m reposting this because May is Neurofibromatosis Awareness Month. “Doodle Day USA” raises money for NF research by auctioning celebrity doodles on eBay. They’ve got doodles by Meryl Streep, Gene Simmons and Neil Gaiman, to name a few. Even Jeff Bridges. Yep, the dude abides…and DOODLES. Go have a look. My daughter and I […]


Of all the things I’ve had to re-learn how to do in my sobriety, dating has got to be the toughest. I ended my almost five-year-long relationship with B. last year. I’m still hurting from that; I think it’s going to take a long time to heal. But I don’t want to sit around moping. […]


Happy Hump Day.

02Mar11

I had to share this because it epitomizes my thought processes. And it’s Wednesday. And it’s funny. I live inside my head soooooo much. I constantly obsess over fears, relationship dynamics, perceived slights, financial insecurity, you name it. I analyze the shit out of stuff and make up the most incredible stories in my mind, […]


Along with the rest of the country, we’ve had a serious cold snap here in central Texas, with record lows and – surprise! – snowfall that actually accumulated and stuck around for more than 30 minutes. Now, I was born in Michigan and lived there till I was ten, when we moved to Colorado to […]


I started this post a few months ago, but never finished. Because it’s Veterans Day, it seemed appropriate to complete it and post it. My ex-father-in-law passed away a few months ago.  “Poppy,” as his grandkids called him, was a good man, a Purple Heart veteran who served in the Navy during WWII.  He was […]


When I related that life hadn’t been particularly easy for me these past couple weeks (and especially the week before last), an AA friend of mine said, “Well, God must think you’re awfully strong.” If that’s the case, I kinda wish God would let up for a bit. Two weeks ago my younger daughter, who […]


B.’s father died early yesterday morning. He’d been in a nursing home for about two years, landing there after a long and – from what I’d heard – often destructive battle with alcoholism and its attendant illnesses. He died in his sleep, and I think B. had made his peace with him a while back, […]