I was taken aback this evening to realize the tasty mocktail I felt clever and smug for inventing is, in fact, a Shirley Temple. Aside from the revelation that I'm not a genius mixologist, life is sort of fine. I'm in some kind of liminal stage where sobriety is starting to feel like my default setting,…
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Day 20: On My Impressive Capacity for Self-Pity
It's Day 20 and boy oh boy, am I feeling sorry for myself. The level of self-pity is impressive, really. The thing is, it's not exactly because I want to drink. I kind of don't want to drink. It's because I want something else to fill that space and I haven't figured out what it…
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Warning: Alanis Morissette Coming At You
I apologize in advance for quoting Alanis Morissette at you. I'd like to think of myself as someone who quotes Lydia Davis at you instead, and if she ever has anything fucking useful to say about sobriety, maybe I will. But in the meantime--you know that song 'Thank You'? Where she's telling herself to get…
The Sobriety Diet
I'm not sure this twenty pounds is going to 'just fall off' as advertised if I continue to eat my weight in ice cream. Hmm.
Day 14: My Fiance
I have a large dog, an eighty-pound Golden Retriever with one of those big block heads, and he is just the tiniest bit maniacally, single-mindedly fixated on me, the only mother he remembers. An Anne Lamott line about her toddler son gazing at her 'like a mournful fiancee' once sent me running up all the…
Ahem.
It's the Fourth of July and I've been sober for thirteen days. (I know, I can't believe it either!) I think I sort of...like it? Anyway, I created this blog as a place to document this thing I'm doing and explore my thoughts about alcohol and what it's meant in my life. Not just the…
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