Girl, Apologize

I’ve been a horrible person for about six or seven months now.  I haven’t been horrible every second.  I’ve gone for weeks without being horrible.  But then something happens—a word is said, a look is given—and I instantly become horrible.  And when that happens, I say nasty things, intended to hurt.  If the person I’m arguing with goes low, I …

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Rant

Monty and I went out to dinner on Sunday night.  We were seated next to a table of about eight women, some with toddlers and babies.  One of the toddlers was running back and forth between our table and theirs, screaming.  I recognized the song he was screaming: “Migraine in the Key of G.”  When our waitress brought our food, …

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Painting The Sky

When I’d been sober for about a year, I began to feel an undercurrent of restlessness.  I had settled into the rhythm of recovery, with its regular meetings, steps, and one-day-at-a-time work.  The novelty of being sober had worn off.  My friends in recovery assured me that this was an expected part of the recovery process.  My sponsor suggested I …

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What I Wish I’d Said

A letter to my mother-in-law, who died in April of 2006. Dear Janet, I’ve been thinking of you today, the day before Monty’s birthday.  I wonder how you were feeling on this day before he was born.  Were you hoping for a son?  Did you think of the baby you were carrying and dream great dreams for it?  When Monty …

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