My father told me over and over since I was a little girl that if you can't say what you want, you can't expect to get it. In many ways, I do speak up for myself but I am much better at "no, I don't want that" than at verbalizing what I do want. Even…
2016 came to a god awful end. Two days after Christmas I was still asleep with plans to get up early and drive 400 miles to see my family after spending the holidays at work. My cell rang with the area code where I used to live out west. Where my old boyfriend still lives.…
I don't want to write about the rage. Or talk about it. Or think about it. The rage is part of what drove me to drink. The rage of being misunderstood, mistrusted, misdirected, misled, misused. But it's another sleepless night and I can't avoid it, much as I want to shelter this new baby kitten…
Nursing Grudges and Liquor 