That first social event without the crutch of booze—uff-da!—and then some.

I’m very writer-y, but not always very talker-y. When I write, I tip myself upside down, shaking my thoughts loose from the nooks and crannies they’ve wedged into. I empty my brain’s pockets of all the angst I’ve stuffed deep inside. Then I begin to slowly work through the jumbled pile, organizing and editing as … More That first social event without the crutch of booze—uff-da!—and then some.

The phone call is so not the new black—but I’m not yet ruling it out for the next season of life.

I once had to be surgically removed from my princess phone. But today, phone calls make me—well, um—let’s just say they bring out the worst in me. And golly, people had some strong feelings about my latest piece detailing my current reaction to the dreaded phone call.

Ending your too-long struggle with secrecy and shame: tell your hard story to break the heavy bonds of self-imposed silence and finally begin to heal fully.

Once my secret was told, she surprised me by saying, “Me too.” And then we wept together. … More Ending your too-long struggle with secrecy and shame: tell your hard story to break the heavy bonds of self-imposed silence and finally begin to heal fully.