Here's an excerpt from my upcoming book. Release date...who knows? Not me. Although, I think it may be done sooner than I thought. I'm adding in lots of cool stuff to it every week and will be doing final edits in about two months. Yeah, baby!Read More
When we’re active in our disease, we tend to be self-centered. The world revolves around us and for me, it revolved around my next bump of blow. If you stood in my way of that than I was quick to cut you out of my life. If I didn’t remove you then I lied to you. No matter who you were. Mom, dad, sibling. I didn’t care. You were an obstacle to me getting high so if it meant a fib here and there, I didn’t even bat an eye or feel an ounce of remorse as I spun my web of deceit. After all, my drugs numbed my pain, what was one more thing to numb?
IWSG Question: What are your writing goals and have they changed over time?
This is a great question. I had to pause a moment before I answered it. Not for too long because my gut instinct was like, “Nope. No change.” However, as I pondered another few seconds, my brain was all, “Hey wait a minute, you’ve changed a butt load in the last few years.”
I first heard my husband described as my “qualifier” at an anon meeting I attended a few days after my second disclosure. I wondered what he was qualifying for at the time. First place at breaking my trust? Perhaps it was first place at breaking my heart? Either way, I was so crushed I felt he deserved gold medals in both competitions.Read More
She couldn't help herself from inhaling her husband's scent before she carefully slid out of her side of the bed. They'd been married for thirty-five years. Thirty-five years and one day. Last night they celebrated with too much wine for her and too much vodka for him. Much too much vodka for him. He wouldn't be up for several more hours despite the sunshine already making its way across their tiny front lawn.Read More