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”

Chapter 4 ~ CHANGES

The following is an excerpt from my memoir Saturation. I was rarely predictable. My moods fluctuated depending on several factors: they fluctuated depending on the amount of alcohol I’d already consumed, the amount of alcohol within my reach, and the amount of alcohol that I knew I needed to buy. These were all of utmostContinue reading “Chapter 4 ~ CHANGES”

What Is Better Than This?

(Besides morning sex)? I’ve got electricity, coffee, creamer, my laptop started right up, my kittens are happily tearing through my apartment, it’s quiet (except for them), and I’ve got a full box of waffles in the freezer. They’re (waffles, not kittens. We don’t munch on kitties, mkay?) particularly delicious smothered in creamy peanut butter andContinue reading “What Is Better Than This?”

I Can’t Tell …

Are the leaves turning due to the Autumn season or are they dying from the thick smoke and ash that covered our city from the Oregon wildfires (I live in Eugene)? I can’t tell. An umbrella of pristine blue sky hovers above and beyond the furthest leaves. It’s been nearly two weeks since I’ve seenContinue reading “I Can’t Tell …”

Preposterous!

(Preposterous! Isn’t that a great word?) Saturation continues here … It served Dick to overlook my relationship with alcohol, whatever he thought it might be, because he realized he couldn’t compete with it. Alcohol was the wrapping on the package that was ME. I made this very clear from the beginning of our relationship when,Continue reading “Preposterous!”