Sober Summer

Days Sober: 257 It is June 25, 2017. I am lying on the beach in Plum Island Massachusetts. My husband is next to me on the blue cotton quilt we have always used as a beach blanket. I look out to the jetty, it's gray and irregular rocks like long daggers, outstretched blades on either …

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Addiction the Authoritarian 

"Hate the disease not the addict". -heard in a Nar-Anon meeting. Anyone who has lived with or loved an addict knows the all-consuming and unforgiving grip that addiction holds like hands around your neck, suffocating, deathly, and devastating. Anyone who is an addict (or recovering addict) also knows this. Addiction is a state of total …

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One Day at a Time: Surviving The Colonial Fist 

This post is going to be all over the place, because, well, all over the place is how I feel. Balancing, teetering, floating, rocking, falling, standing, sinking, rising, I walk upon earth, through life. One day at a time.  My husband and I celebrated some personal victories last week. He is number one in the …

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A Sobering Winter 

It is Febuary of 2017. I live in the United States. There is a winter storm coming. My husband is a recovering opioid addict. He has been clean for 122 days. "The greatness of a man is not in how much wealth he acquires, but in his integrity and his ability to affect those around …

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Postcards

We must not become complacent. Surviving (addiction) in the time of Trump. Week 2.  Days Sober: 118 ***march: aka protest, write, call, resist, share, speak, discuss, listen, organize, investigate, read, inform, create, love*** I march for human rights.  I march against discrimination and bigotry.  I march for inclusivity and love.  I march against the Alt-Right.  …

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History’s Lessons: Actions in Addiction and the Resistance Ahead

"Quote words that affirm all men and women are your brothers and sisters." -Aberjhani, The River of Winged Dreams   Days Sober: 110 When my husband was using my bones were brittle from stress, my back bent with burden, my walk labored with stress,  my mind tired from the worry, my thinking distorted by anxiety. …

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Between the Rainfalls

Lifting my face to the sky there is the moment when the sun's rays caress the skin The glow it seeps into the bones warms the heart A fleeting eclipse before it retreats into the clouds  These moments  Between the juncture of clouds  amidst the smattering of rainfalls  They are everything  Last night I had …

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On Gratitude and A Day in the Life, January 14, 2017 (from a thirty-something year old woman living in a blue state in the God-blessed USA) 

Days Sober: 97 Days left of Barack Obama presidency: 6 Loving someone who suffers from addiction is really hard. So is life. Some days I worry that we just won't survive. That life is just too damn hard, that the world is too brutal, and that the disease of addiction is too pervasive. The world …

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All I Want for Christmas 

This is a rock my husband carries with him. It was given to him in rehab by a man who is 30 years clean. This man also has a rock that was given to him in early recovery by another recovering addict. He has kept the rock with with him through his 30 years of …

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The Little (Big)Things

Days Sober: 64 My husband celebrated his 60 days sober last Friday. I am breathing, writing, and reciting affirmations. My husband is going to meetings and filling out job applications. Life slowly feels like it's settling down. I wanted to share some blessings that were delivered to me today:  My husband and I have one …

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