I bow before the Walking Wounded, those Souls great enough, who see not their own bleeding, but instead pray to the Heavens for the sores of their fellow man. A man who creates borders creates something to defend. A man who creates chaos creates the need for clean up. A man who creates fear creates the need for protection.

Give me something I can write about. Usually when I hit a soberversary, I immediately take to the blog to recognize it. I should also talk about the vomit. I was the sovereign vomiter of our epoch. If you knew me back in the Nineties, chances are I puked around you.

8211; Thinking about Gloria Steinem. 8211; Talking about awesome First Ladies.

I used to be a boozy housewife. Month 2 - Pink Cloud. Month 8 - Stress! Month 9 - Tricky. Wednesday, March 28, 2018. Thirteen things I have discovered in sobriety.

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Oh, to be free like the butterfly. Money smarts are not for women. Luckily, I snapped out of it. Shortly before my 50th birthday, Life punched me in the face. Wake the hell up, woman! And I had no master escape plan.

I asked God if it was okay to be melodramatic. I asked her if it was okay to be short. And she said it sure is. I asked her if I could wear nail polish. Or not wear nail polish. She calls me that sometimes. She said you can do just exactly.

A BLOG BY A GAY MAN GETTING SOBER IN NEW YORK CITY. Maybe you feel like this doing recovery? I know I do. What a momentous and magical day. But cake? June 26, 2015.

A PINK and GERMY CLOUD. We will meet them there this week to C A M P, as in an actual tent. Camping with a toddler though? Let go and let god. And tried not to get attached to the fruits of my labor, but in reality? Damn, it felt good to see a healthy crowd out there. Yoga, Wilsonville! I am praying about.