I sit with gratitude.I can hear myself think.The beautiful knowledge:I don’t need to drink.Not even “need,”I prefer it this way.Life’s so much better.(It surprises me to say.)I couldn’t have imaginedA life without booze.I certainly wouldn’t thinkIt’d be something I’d choose.I thought it would meanThat I’d lose my shimmer.That life without alcoholWould somehow be dimmer.But what... Continue Reading →
Some days, there, I see it.You had to look away. You never understood my fire.You had to look away. When I didn’t do just right.When, in pain, I had to fight.You had to look away. And, when you looked,When our eyes met,I saw the fear and shame.I mustered lonely courage,So as not to live in... Continue Reading →
Have you ever had an idea? The kind that you feel in your bones? Your muscles? Your synapses? Your heart? When you think about it, everything feels natural. Scary, yes, but thrilling too. Perhaps it started off, wispy as a cloud faintly streaking an otherwise clear blue sky. Or like a dream that touches you... Continue Reading →
Getting ready to meet a friend I haven’t seen in nearly a year for a socially distanced walk, I prepare to answer the inevitable question: How are you doing? Two articles this week really spoke to me and my general state - languishing and YOLO. The latter has defined my ever-increasing contemplation of late, imagining... Continue Reading →
Soliloquy on Imperfectionism 