Ah, jeez. I used to think that I could get through most of the shit in life by putting my head down and just shoving/working/bulling through it - but I don’t think I can do that for the next three and a half years. This guy is just fucking wearing my ass down.

STAND. Congratulations on speaking up and not crying. Hardest thing ever, at least for me.

That is a beautiful, perfectly seasonable color! I’ve tried crocheting, and knitting, and can’t seem to get the hang of gauging my stitches. I’m sure I’ll get there eventually, but right now it looks like toddler shoe-tying.

There’s an app that I find very helpful, Insights Timer. Some wonderful sleep meditations. I need something to help me distract my monkey mind, and this has been great.

I haven’t been able to listen to the recording. I’m sure I’ll make myself do so, eventually. I had a boss, who I liked, who I would have drinks with on a Friday afternoon. One day, out of the blue, he grabbed me, wrapped his arms around me, and kissed me, sticking his tongue down my throat - some serious kiss. I was…

Bill Murray is one of my tribe, as it were; but it doesn’t surprise me that alcohol is involved in his assholiness. And yeah, he’s an asshole.

It was code - hell, we aren’t frightened by a little girl, are we? That’s what the guys were telling themselves. Nothing here to worry about.

Yes, it sounds that you, like me, have hit that point where you are just grateful. Grateful to be alive after everything that’s happened. I remember spending the first five years of my marriage waiting to be told that I was HIV-positive, due to a former boyfriend/fuck dog. Now, I spend time telling the universe that…

This was a great series of articles. The responses have been terrific to read, as well. For those who say that AA isn’t for them, there’s a world of sober bloggers out there that have been a wonderful resource for me. One in particular, Tired of Thinking About Drinking,I still keep up with. Belle (Tired of…

For a while, back when I was younger, I thought that’s all there was. I was going to either have to take shit from men, or deal with the fact that I wasn’t going to be able to do shit because of them. It didn’t seem there was anything else. I had to learn to walk outside a boss’s reach (otherwise, I got fondled). I…

Ha! I remember that line from my dad.

Don’t feel bad - I’ve not seen it, either, and I’m old!

Grief is a mofo. You can grieve until you think you can’t any more, you can feel better and sometimes think of your loved one without any tears - grief can sneak back into your life so quickly and easily, and have such an impact on your emotions and your thoughts....

I don’t really see any point to making a huge effort for this friendship. It doesn’t sound like it’s worth the effort.

I want to try growing some food things. I’ve never done it. My parents did, but didn’t share the knowledge, and I was little. Clueless, but really really want to do this. I live in the midwest, and there’s lots of critters running around my area - deer, groundhogs, squirrels. The groundhog next door is my biggest…

Reading is way less havoc on the body than booze.

My senior year of high school. My mother sees my senior picture, and tells me I look like a whore. I didn’t buy that yearbook. I don’t have that picture. I had no make-up on, mind you. So I’m not sure what made me look whorish.

Amen. Eat less meat, eat better quality meat.

I’m giggling and my dog is looking at me funny. Thanks for that!

Love Motown. Love, love, love The Supremes. Their music is on the soundtrack to my happy place.