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 1,826: In This World, There is a Kind of Painful Progress

A friend of 20+ years called last night. You could say it's been a complicated relationship, the same way you could say Mt. Rainier is a pretty big hill. We've hurt each other at times like only two people who know each other very well can do. We'll talk every day for a year and…

Day 1,822: Book News (and Excerpt!)

I have no particular wisdom to offer you nice people today. Life has been throwing some extra weirdness at me lately, and Seattle is having a heat wave (a Pacific NW "heat wave"=over eighty degrees) that I cannot really cope with. And I got sucked back into the fruitless search for a nude lipstick that…

Day 1,466: Sympathy for the Devil

Saturday was my fourth soberversary. I went into the archives looking for my third anniversary post, thinking I'd write something about what's changed since then. Turns out I didn't write an anniversary post last year. But I did write one starting like this about a month before my third: "My heart: I’ve been working hard…