Am I a dissident now? I thought yesterday, reflecting on national events that have not exactly worked out to my liking. It's not an everyday word, dissident--it makes me think of tanks and gulags, Vaclav Havel and Andrei Sakharov. Not me, walking around on a dignified low boil, making practical contingency plans I hope I won't need.…
Day 1,262, Part 2: Thank you.
I wrote today's first post before going back and reading the many, many blog comments I received in the wake of "Enjoli." I hadn't looked at them before because for some of the reasons I talked about in my last couple of posts, I just needed to be in a quiet space for a bit.…
Day 1,262: Here, there, and everywhere
You know how when you procrastinate about doing something it can start to make you feel guilty, and then you procrastinate even more, and then you feel even guiltier, and so on into a vortex of black nothingness? Yeah. But I'm back! Guiltily. As you'll see, things have been kinda busy, not that that is any excuse. …
Day 1,165: Now, where were we?
Well, hi there! It's been a month since I published this essay, which was also the subject of my last post here. In case you haven't been following along--because why would you?--it went viral. Really really viral. A blow-by-blow would be both dull and likely inaccurate, but suffice to say that after literally thousands of emails…
Day 1,134: Enjoli
Does the phase "Enjoli lady" mean anything to you? If so, you can head straight on over to Medium to read my new essay about women and booze. If the Enjoli lady doesn't ring a bell, watch this, imagine growing up with it embedded in your freaking brain, and then go read the essay. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_UIktO4Pnlw
Day 1,124: No Faith Required
I started a heart-rate running training plan yesterday and it's already killing me. The idea of HR training is to expand your aerobic capacity and reduce burnout by doing most of your running at 140 beats per minute or less. As your hearts learns to supply oxygen to your blood more efficiently, you can go further and faster at…
Day 1,119 (+3): Talking with Belle
Belle from Tired of Thinking About Drinking changed my life, full stop. So when she asked me to be on her podcast, I had one of those Wayne-and-Garth "I'm not worthy!" moments. Like I should be asking her to be on my podcast, you know? Except I don't have a podcast, of course. So the only real option was…
Day 1,107: YJ + TY KU = WTFF
There are two things in life I love: yoga, and being judgmental. So when Laura and Holly alerted me to Yoga Journal's big new heavily promoted advertorial partnership with TY KU Sake, aka "The Official Drink of Apres Yoga," I simply could not wait to learn more. Let's take a look, shall we? First, here's the image on the TY…
Day 1,085: Twenty Questions
I saw spiked seltzer at Whole Foods last week: yes, water with booze in it. It reminded me for some reason of those online alcoholism self-assessments. Imagine if one of the questions were "Do you buy alcoholic water?" If you answered yes, you'd skip all the remaining questions and go straight to a page that said…
Day 1,073: Going Long
"Physical pain?" my shrink says. "None," I answer. "Fatigue?" "A little." It's a standard inventory that she goes through every week, with all her patients, not just me. (Well, I don't think it's just me. Oh my god. Do you think it's just me?) A list of life elements to which I answer lots, some, a little, or none. Depression, anxiety,…
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