Well, here we are. I don’t know about you guys, but I’ve had about enough “growth opportunities” lately. I recently heard someone say “I don’t know where the hell I’m going, but I’m making good time” and although I’m not 100 percent sure what that means, I sure as hell …
Obviously there are still times that I’d love to have a drink. That may be the dumbest sentence I’ve ever typed. Well, no, not even close really, but you smell what I’m stepping in – don’t ya? It will strike out of nowhere, the craving or the damn trigger, as …
So, another birthday has come and gone without much fanfare, and that’s just fine by me. These days, a quiet evening at home spent with tacos and Godiva (imma wee bit bougie) cheesecake is my first choice, over what used to be a loud bar and waking up with random …
“NO BURN NOTICE at the campground!” That’s the text I received recently as I was packing up my Jeep for a weekend trip with some of my oldest friends and favorite people. It’s been super dry here in the South and they vetoed open flames in our campground, but we …
We are constantly in a state of change and transition. Nothing is permanent, I’m learning. . . slowly. One could argue that a Cirrhotic liver feels pretty damn permanent, but I’m certainly not going to last forever, so I suppose that ultimately proves my point. These last four years have …
“So, most of the people you work with have, or have had, a failing liver?”“Yup.”“So, mostly drunks then? Lots of Cirrhosis and whatnot? Folks like me?”“About half. The other half are Hep C patients.”“Oh. So, clearly we are a very glamorous lot.”“Yup.” And so it went yesterday at my yearly …
Lately I’ve been diving more into meditation, and subsequently, I’ve been learning more about impermanence and the acceptance of constant change. These are not natural concepts to me. I like my shit organized and alphabetized and where I left it, thank ya. Unfortunately though, it’s life on life’s terms, isn’t …
Well, 2018 has come and gone and mostly, I’d say it was a resounding success, for the most part. ANY YEAR that your blackened liver doesn’t shoot out of your ass is a GOOD year in my humble opinion and that, of course, completely rules out 2015. My point is …
Where have I been, you ask? I’ll tell you. ALL OVER THE DAMN PLACE. Between a new job, getting and adapting to my first pair of “progressive” lens eyewear, and plotting to, and ultimately catching a raccoon, I’ve been a wee bit tied up. I’m immersed in my new job …
Last night my husband was out of town due to travel for his work and I was left home . . . alone. Many of you can probably appreciate the sweet freedom this allows. When you live with someone it can be liberating and borderline decadent to have your home …
