The Cold Never Bothered Me Anyway

  If you’re a parent, you’re familiar with that closing line from the Frozen soundtrack hit “Let it Go”.  For those of you who don’t have children, and haven’t heard the song…I envy you.  You are on terra firma.  The rest of us are plunged into an icy abyss of relentless repeats of that song being…

March Of The Normies

“There’s no such thing as normal people – just people who haven’t shared yet.” – Unknown There is a word we bandy around in recovery circles that refers to those who aren’t in the grips of alcoholism or addiction.  A word for those who seem to “get” life and who seem to be gifted with…

Give It A Rest, Okay? Or, Putting On The Breaks

~~~~~~~~~~~ “I loaf and invite my soul, I lean and loaf at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.” – Walt Whitman Alright Walt, that sounds fine and dandy there, but I have no time to loaf.  I’m a busy guy.  I’m a “I need more than 24 hours in a day to get…

Bones In The Backyard

A few years ago, there was a young man who I supervised at work.  He was intelligent and well spoken.  But his performance wasn’t up to par.  He was very much involved with union politics and tried to leverage it and any sort of loopholes attached to them to his advantage.  He didn’t work very…

Painting Spaces

There are times when you can’t shut me up. Sure, I am an introverted soul – I am more apt to sit quietly amongst the Giants of Gregariousness and soak in the ambiance rather than holding court amongst semi-strangers.  But get me one-on-one and tickle me with a topic that wets my goat, and I…

Stich ‘n’ Bitch – Unwound And Rewound

Remember when you first ever heard your voice played back on some sort of recording device?  Mine was a cassette machine (yeah, dated myself – what else is new?)  No doubt I was dictating some sort of manifesto in a robust manner, with a fedora hat on head and Popeye Cigarette candy in hand for…

Contain Yourself, Boy

I am not on Facebook.  Or Pinterest.  Or Myspace.  I can also confirm that I don’t have a Tumblr account, have any knowledge of Instagram, Four Square or Tagged.  I am unsure of what some of those “share” buttons on my own blog even do, and am afraid to get anywhere near things that ask…

I’m Not What I Am Not

I am not a fighter.  I am not a go-getter.  I am not a gardener.  I am not a good singer.  I am not a dancer.  I am not good at debating.  I am not gregarious.  I am not a good dresser.  I am not a beach person.  I am not good with money.  I…

Birds Got Peckers and Bees Got Buzz, Baby

Sex. There – I said it. When I speak of sex here, it’s not in the full physical, erotic sense.  While that’s a small part of the whole sex thing, sex in recovery terms is more about our relationship with the opposite sex (or the sex that we are attracted to.  But I will save…

I’m Fine (I Want To Die)

“I’m Fine.” That ranks up there with “I know, but…” and “It wasn’t my fault,” in the alcoholics lexicon of most used expressions. “I’m Fine.” I don’t know how many times I uttered that phrase, knowing that approximately 99.9% of the time, I wasn’t fine.  I was far from fine.  If you could find a…