Drama In The Dining Room

On my third day in treatment I finally made the mistake of deciding I could handle the noise in the dining room. I followed Shelly through the lunch line and tried to lip read her over the noise. It looked like she was explaining where to find things like napkins and condiments as I followedContinue reading “Drama In The Dining Room”

Moving Out And Moving On ~ Chapter 27

The following is an excerpt from my memoir, Saturation. My divorce from Dick finalized on 17 November 2006 and about two weeks later I decided to move out and go back into treatment. This time, going to treatment was my idea. There was nothing ‘Court Appointed’ about it. For toxic reasons unbeknownst to both ofContinue reading “Moving Out And Moving On ~ Chapter 27”

Am I The Culmination Of Everything I’ve Said And Done? Or – What?

No. I have to be more. Why? Because I keep adding to my Jennifer Place resume. Who I am is all sorts of good juicy stuff that includes: what I’ve said and done in the past, not said and not done, what I say and do now, and how I think. I am my attitudeContinue reading “Am I The Culmination Of Everything I’ve Said And Done? Or – What?”

She Stole My Ice Cream.

At my third treatment center in Newport Beach, CA, we, the residents, were taken to the grocery store once a week to stock up on groceries. There were four of us to each apartment, which meant that only four of us used the refrigerator in our kitchen. One day, I picked out and bought aContinue reading “She Stole My Ice Cream.”

You Need To Move Your Bad Breath Away From Me And My Artwork.

The following is an excerpt from my book, Saturation: A Memoir. The night aide was new. That she was trying to overcome her boredom, which I could understand because there was nothing to do at 1:00 a.m., by occupying her time with me and the other two residents was annoying. She should have brought aContinue reading “You Need To Move Your Bad Breath Away From Me And My Artwork.”

The Confrontation – Con’t…

The following is an excerpt from my memoir, Saturation I turned back around without saying a word, glopped some food into a bowl and took a seat  at a table next to the beverage cart.  The longer I didn’t say or do anything, the angrier I got.  I couldn’t eat.  I could hardly sit still. Continue reading “The Confrontation – Con’t…”

The Confrontation

Lany, the assistant director of our treatment center, seemed oblivious to the fact that other people might overhear her if they’re standing next to her. I’d been editing my 1st step all morning. A 1st step is a lengthy AA assignment and we were asked to complete one during treatment. By the time I realizedContinue reading “The Confrontation”

What Does A Productive Day Entail?

Does it mean I get to go to bed having completed at least 3/4ths of the things on my list? How about half? How about if I manage to get at least one thing done? Was I productive? I don’t know. So, I’m editing my book and it’s turning into a bigger challenge than IContinue reading “What Does A Productive Day Entail?”

Little Yellow Mountain Bike

“Oh, look!” Beth exclaimed.  “Someone forgot his adorable little toy bike!”  Beth was our Yoga instructor and I disliked her a great deal. From her rancid breath to the fact that she had no sense of personal boundaries, I found nearly everything about her offensive. We’d walked to the park that morning rather than doingContinue reading “Little Yellow Mountain Bike”

Saturation: A Memoir (Part 2) Is Under Construction.

I must say, rereading my memoir is taking me on a long trip down memory lane. I’d forgotten some of these details! It sure is a good thing I wrote everything down when I did! I just decided today that once I’m ready to republish my book, I’m going to remove the first edition. IContinue reading “Saturation: A Memoir (Part 2) Is Under Construction.”

Life Happened

I published my memoir in March of 2011. That was nearly a decade ago and a lot has happened since then. For one, Life has happened. I’ve already started the outline for my second book, but I’m not quite sure how to begin. I know, I know – at the beginning. Right? But it’s notContinue reading “Life Happened”