The asterisk above is because after I labeled my last one Day 1,917, Belle commented that she had it as 1,931. She's way more likely to be right than I am, so I'm adjusting. It's actually the second time in the history of Off-Dry that I've realized the day count was off. You wouldn't think…
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Day 1,917: Not All Rowboats & Accordians
Last week I was seated at a dinner next to a woman who's writing a recovery memoir. When she found out I'm a published memoirist, she had questions about how I'd structured my book to make publishers like it. "Did you put the message of yours up front?" she asked. "Or tell the story first…
Day 1,779: You’ll See
For several years I've been in this life phase called "friends keep adding me to secret menopause Facebook groups where women gather to share information, vent, and validate the living shit out of each other." I hate it. Sure, at first I was game. I'd jump in and introduce myself and start reading posts and then…
Day 1,651: Start Stopping
It's New Years Eve afternoon. I'm at a coffee shop working on a commissioned essay about small matters like marriage and sex and desire and monogamy and how I'm a natural at three out of four. The writing is going...not great, okay? Plus I just ate a pretty disappointing croissant and the little boy behind…
