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Friday rambles

Cloudy this morning, the whine of the power saw competing with the robins. As the weather gets warmer, people throw open their windows and voices from next door drift across the landscape. I like hearing neighbors’ voices. I’m not so … Continue reading

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A bird in the hand…

A sudden cessation of the power saw whining away at the back of the lot opens up the auditory world–birdsong, distant voices, a car passing on the street. I am sick of construction noise!  Here we are in this idyllic … Continue reading

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Re-entry

After nearly a year of silence…I’m back.  I’m sorry if I worried people.  The most likely explanation when a recovering alcoholic drops out of sight is that she’s drinking again, but I wasn’t. Not that I didn’t think about it … Continue reading

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The music is back

Four years ago today, desperate and heartsick, I quit drinking. I knew I couldn’t keep on with it. It was making me too ill, too depressed, reclusive, isolated, labile. I cried a lot, life looked hopeless, I felt deeply ashamed. But … Continue reading

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Thursday morning

A bright and lovely morning, and we woke to the intricate chirps and warbles of a mockingbird greeting the dawn. The air is clear after a couple of days of rain, and across the bay the hills loom blue against … Continue reading

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Dancing without music

Up at dawn, watching the sky turn pink, a great orange sun rising above the East Bay hills. I sleep so fitfully lately, it’s rare to wake up feeling rested, but getting up with the sun is still better than … Continue reading

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Quicksilver cures

Sitting here staring at the screen, wanting to write and not having a single thing to say.  Probably it means there’s something looming in the background I don’t want to think about. I’m feeling the urge to bake cookies, rush … Continue reading

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