Texas, Mary and Tattoos

Yesterday I met a ray of light.    She calls herself Mary.  She’s in her early 20’s, shoulder length two-toned wavy hair, black eyeliner that starts at the center of her eye and extends far outside her eyelid, thick false black eyelashes, quick to smile, thin, tall and beautiful.  Hank and I are on a […]

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“We’re only as sick as our secrets,” is a very commonly shared expression in 12-step rooms.   When Hank was around 14 years old he started to drift. Prior to that…I had hoped for a unicorn and fairy dust adolescent-mom-experience with him.  But fourteen came and the distance came, too.  It showed up in lots […]

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The Gift

I wanna tell you a story about my mom because I think it’s important.  She got sober in 1970. I started drinking four years later, when I was 14 and she was 50.  I started blacking out when I was fifteen, the first time at a New Year’s Eve party at my friend’s mountain house.  […]

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Mac Miller

****trigger warning/content.  Two days ago Mac Miller died from a drug overdose.  My son texted me within moments of it hitting the news.  Many of you probably don’t know who Mac Miller is. To Hank, back during his adolescence, Mac Miller was everything. He spoke life into Hank’s dreams.   “Yeah I live a life […]

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Random Thoughts

A few thoughts that randomly passed through my brain today: 1. My age is inappropriate for my behavior.  2. I don’t want things and all the things that come with having things anymore and actually get scared sometimes that maybe I’m losing touch with reality.  3. I can no longer tell peoples’ ages. Except for […]

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Is That Weird

It’s recently come to my attention that I ask the question, “Is that weird?” a lot.  I had no idea this question was an overstocked phrase on the shelf of my vocabulary.  But it is.  It seems that anytime I’m unsure of myself instead of saying, “I’m not sure about that” I say “Is that […]

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A Different Photo

It’s been three years since my boy left for college. He didn’t get there by way of a high school diploma. He got there after a couple of years, struggling to make his way in a world that often labels creative and non-traditional kids like him, rebellious, non-cooperative…delinquent. Hank never did anything the traditional way. […]

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