I’m Sorry

I am infatuated with so many sober authors, the great truth tellers. They share their gut wrenching stories in full detail, complete with admission of debilitating shame, with an unparalleled level of honesty, opening their hearts wide open for all the world to see. Here is a poem written by a woman and published originally

Like a DUCK

When I started working where I am currently employed, almost a year ago, I immediately butted up against an extremely narcissistic coworker, a youngish Millennial who is what would most aptly be described as “The Mean Girl” – the one in junior high that everyone avoids, the bully. I sought refuge with my closest next-in-line

Growth Opportunities

For the past few decades, I have been on an accelerated quest to grow, expand, transform, heal, and learn how to love myself. I am on a mission to learn the practice of letting things go, and the wonderful habit of pausing before speaking. I have a long way to go, but I have come

Learning not to Scream

As I have mentioned previously, I am a highly sensitive person, and someone who holds very high standards for myself and others. When I feel I am treated unfairly, it is incredibly difficult for me to restrain myself. I give all of myself to whatever I do, even if it is emptying disgusting, overflowing trash,

The Narcissist

I venture to guess that each of us knows a narcissist, someone who twists blame back to us at every opportunity, as they are never, ever wrong or at fault. That person who leaves us wondering “huh, what just happened??!” as we try to pick ourselves up and brush ourselves off. That “power” (controlling!) personality

Pissed OFF

I’m pissed. I had a tender conversation with a colleague in the wine industry last night. She was in the depth of anguish caused by the negative impact of the Booze Bitch, stuck in the horrific mix of anxiety, despair, and depression. I so vividly remember feeling defeated and defenseless in the war against the

Relationship

I was pondering this morning a memory of something I had shared, that surprised me, with a couple of very close friends. What I had shared was the realization that I would be willing to give up (forever!) drinking alcohol for a man I dearly love, if he were to choose to give up booze,

“Alcoholic”

I have a real issue with the term “Alcoholic”. I have always avoided the term, or rather avoided labeling myself as one. I felt such pride and confidence (and a bit of arrogance if I’m honest) in saying “There is no history of alcoholism in my family anywhere. No one that I know of ever

The Breakup

…a letter to my “Ex” Dear Alcohol, Over three decades of loyalty to you and now I see those years were filled with lies, deception, grief and despair. You came wrapped in pretty packaging, The Temptress. I thought being a wine connoisseur and so steeped in your culture and romance meant I could enjoy you