The Anti-Me
Just because I no longer drink doesn’t mean I don’t have an anti-Lisa still living within me. My god, she...
Just because I no longer drink doesn’t mean I don’t have an anti-Lisa still living within me. My god, she...
My last September Sunday to squeeze in a post. In the spirit of keeping my “monthly post” commitment I’m getting...
I wrote my life in ink, not pencil. I can go back and strike through it, but it can never...
It’s just not enough to “want to change.” Want. It’s a word that leaves me hanging for more. It’s a...
Ever wonder why you don’t understand sober people? Today’s post is a mini-lesson in making sense of applying...
Originally posted January 2013. I was lying on the floor next to her bed. Her little hand reached toward me...