The Tribe Has My Back

There is something to be said about being part of a tribe – even when that tribe is only two people wide. This message was hit home for me today at work. My back has been acting up for the last few days. This isn’t a little soreness from pulling weeds or playing with the…

How To Get Six Years of Sobriety

  On May 4th, I celebrated six continuous years of sobriety. Cue the happy dance. “How did you do it? How did you get six years, Pauly?” someone asked me the other day. I paused and gave him a short, but meaningful answer. It fell in line with where I am in my recovery and…

Acceptance Is The Key

It’s been about two weeks since I last posted, and frankly, eerily, I haven’t had much to say since.  Sure, this is a post, that in many ways is not a post, in the traditional fashion of my usual posts.  I am not usually one to do a post about how my day was, or…

Running With Wolves

I guess you can say this is a follow up to my last post about being a lone wolf. Since I wrote that post, I have taken a few actions.  To wit: I finally reached out to my sponsor and had a great discussion.  We caught up on some stuff going on with him, and…

A One Way Ticket To Palookaville

I often hear people talk about “battling” alcoholism.  We “fight” for our lives, that we “take on” this addiction and often we “overcome” it.   I understand what they are talking about.  We as a society love a good ol’ dust-up or even a donnybrook.  We like to see the David’s topple the Goliath’s.  We…

The Chronicles of Bar-Nia

Stories. We all have them.  We all keep them.  We all share them.  We all play them over, peer at them with new specs, dig deep to find the truths, shudder at the naughty and embarrassing bits.  We cry at them.  We laugh at them.  We poke and prod them.  We hide them.  We cherish…

#overdoingit #recovery #getalife

I was visiting a dear friend of mine the other day in the hospital.  He was dealing with some heart problems that brought him to the emergency room earlier in the week.  This man, who has 20+ years sobriety, and is one of the sweetest, kindest souls I have encountered on my Earth Time here….

Spider In A Box

No man is an island…except for Freddy Madagascar. That was one of my dad’s go to jokes.  I didn’t think much of it when I first heard it, but gave it a good chuckle (still makes me laugh today, actually).  But in looking back at my old life, I could see that the joke was…

Two Years

Two years ago, I took my last drink. A loving God separated me from alcohol on May 4, 2011, and for that I am eternally grateful. If I knew it would be my last drink, I would have made it a fancy one.  But we all know that our last drinks are rarely festive.  Our…

Sing Your Life

“But before you go Can you look at the truth ?  You have a lovely singing voice A lovely singing voice” “Sing Your Life” – Morrissey We all have a story. Scream it. Whisper it. Scrawl it on the wall. We all have a story. The power of storytelling is the power of humanness and…