With every milestone I walk up to with my admittedly goofball, clinically introverted 🤣, yet stout determination, I am thrilled to report that I still fear the hell out of alcohol. There is no softening to the idea that, hey, maybe I got this sobriety thing in the bag. I know what waits for me…
We decorated our Christmas tree today and it was the first time in years it felt like Christmas. We listened to music and giggled and took turns pulling the cats off the tree. God, my blind one is an unspeakable nightmare about the tree. As I type, I am keeping him company/holding him hostage in…
Winter drops the late afternoon sun into my bedroom window just after three o’clock. He hovers there— burning the edges of my closed curtains like an eclipse I can touch. He says, you have to invite me in, which I find charming. My palms hover over the fabric, pin-holed from cats, reminding me of that…
Sobriety Poet 