183 Days: The Agony, Irony and Ecstasy

Happy Anniversary to me, myself and I. We are celebrating 6 months without alcohol. Though I will confess that the terms “happy” and “celebrating” are debatable. Giving up something you love because you love it too much is a hateful task. Especially if you loved white wine and vodka martinis because they took some of the hate, anxiety…

The Human Race on a Road to Nowhere

I can drive 55 — or 65, as the speed limit allows these days. I can also parallel park. But whenever I do either, I nearly get mowed down by someone racing like a bat out of hell. Yea, I did just reference Sammy Hagar and Meat Loaf in the opening paragraph. Because it seems to me that…