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 originallyContinue reading “I’m Sorry”

Advertisement

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-lineContinue reading “Like a DUCK”

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,Continue reading “Learning not to Scream”

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!) personalityContinue reading “The Narcissist”

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 theContinue reading “Pissed OFF”

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 youContinue reading “The Breakup”