Be still my crappy, beating heart.

  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.


My Best Worst Moments.

”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.