Nancy Stearns Bercaw

The Catfish, Mudskipper, Mermaid and I

I’m getting better. Or, perhaps it’s better to say that I’m getting different. I am not transforming. I am not evolving. I am simply moving along. Like a walking catfish who gets up and goes when her water source evaporates. Like the amphibious mudskipper, who flops from swampland to rocky terrain, as needed. She also has the enviable skill…

My Favorite Lies

Another landmark day here. There was no Everest climbing (learn why) or apocalypse happening (no link, thank goodness). Yet one enormous occurrence did take place. I went to my first AA meeting. For six months I’ve resisted going to a meeting for all kinds of reasons. That’s not me. I won’t like them. Those alcoholics. I’m…

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…