I got sober. Life got big.
I laughed yesterday at the start of this otherwise long, dark chat with a friend freaking out over, you know, the possibly post-Constitutional state the United States is entering. ‘Don’t drink’ was probably sincerely meant on some level, but hearing it in his sardonic Boston voice—"two words of advice for you, boss," I imagined him…
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…
Continue reading ➞ Day 1,826: In This World, There is a Kind of Painful Progress
Someone was rude to me in a work meeting last week and I called him on it. It wasn't a big drama. He cast a condescending aspersion, I calmly corrected it and requested he not do that again, he muttered an apology, and the meeting moved on. Except the me part of the meeting. As…
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…
I've published a new essay over on Medium. It's about the many things that did not get me sober (hypnosis, meditation, sex, making an otter out of felt, etc.--you know, the standard stuff) and the one thing that did (spoiler alert: quitting drinking). It also contains a blow-by-blow description of my Night #1, which might…
Hey sober party people, non-party people, and people who just want to put in a quick appearance at the party so they get credit for showing up and then make a beeline for the car-- I've published an essay on Medium about the loneliness of early sobriety, the importance of people who get it, and…
Continue reading ➞ Day 831: Let Me Direct Your Attention Over Here…
There's this thing I do: I really, really hate something, and then it ends up becoming one of my favorite things in life. Examples: The poems of Sylvia Plath The Hoodoo Gurus Running Kale Yoga I am starting to wonder if the R-word--recovery--is next. Like yoga, recovery culture is something I basically dismissed before even…
Off-Dry 