I was in Love…with Vodka, Wine and Gin

On the eve of my birth week, I want to take a moment to remember where I have come from, now that I am three plus years sober.    While purging and organizing books this week I came across a little orange index card that I wrote to myself while I was working hard at accepting my…

A Poem: Shame Falls Heavily

Shame Falls Heavily I first noticed them arrive as the two women settled their kids and husbands in two rows in front of us in the stands. Then the men were gone. I saw how they laughed playfully, sitting close. One touching the back of her friend.  Whispering to one another.  This was intimate familiar…