Most of you might not know this, but I’ve had arrythmia since I was ten or eleven years old. It just appeared one day and made a permanent nest in my chest. The condition is not life threatening or anything like that, but it did put an end to a beloved hobby (tennis) and … Continue reading Be still my crappy, beating heart.
”You are SO boring.” This is the most common comment I’ve heard over the last ten months. Not having a drop of alcohol (nope – not smoking anything either) seems to be tougher for those around me, than what being sober is for myself. The beginning was hard. After a summer filled with Strongbows … Continue reading My Best Worst Moments.
I was 14 years old the first time it dawned on me. It was late at night and I was laying in bed wide awake, unable to sleep. We had an argument that night—my parents and I. For the life of me, I can’t remember what we were fighting for. Most likely I wanted to … Continue reading Open Wound.
#1 Good Day. Crumpling tin foil and grease covered take-away boxes fly across the over-sized kitchen, as I am determined to find something to eat. My hunger is quickly superseded by an insistent need to investigate which left-over box makes the whole kitchen reek exactly like the dumpster area behind the apartment complex … Continue reading Three days. One life.
** This tiny piece of philosophy is dedicated to my writing mentor Stephen Swecker, who is not only kind enough to lend me pieces of wisdom and ethics – he also puts up with my bullsh*t. ** Nia didn’t plan for Charlie to move in, it simply just happened. Charli was abandoned on the … Continue reading Friday Philosophy.
I've been sober for three months. The most common question people ask me? That's right: "Why??" Eckhard Tolle calls it "the Power of Now". Some call it "Living in the moment." I guess religious people would say it has something to do with God. I don't really know what to call it. Burst of happiness? … Continue reading The Power of Pizza.
"I must be bipolar." This was the only rational explanation in my head when about ten years ago I had to fill out a bunch of personality tests while studying psychology and education. I was sitting by the school yard, going on my seventh Marlboro, ripping chunks of my fine Nordic hair off. The tests … Continue reading The Curse of the Creative Mind.
Picture by @ArtByMoga How did you sleep this week? Checking my Fit Bit sleep log, I realize I didn't have a good night sleep for over a week. This is probably everyday life for mothers, coders and online poker addicts, but not for me. I sleep like a baby. Nine o'clock arrives and I … Continue reading Lucky People.
About four years ago I was finally able to brainwash Chris to sell all of our furniture, throw away most of our stuff, pack what belongings remained and drive our furry little family over to California. We would start over and figure it all out once we got under the year-round sunshine. Was this a … Continue reading Until we meet again.