I’m Out There


For those of you who think I might be a little “out there,” I’m about to prove it:

Tomorrow, I’m flying to Chicago to attend a Sonia Choquette workshop. I can’t wait!

I’ll have three days to delve into intuition, chakras, spiritual healing, and dancing sober. And not even my mother’s deep deep disapproval of anything “psychic” can stop me. (She always points to a 60 Minutes show that she watched 30 years ago in which an elderly woman gave all her money to a gypsy.)

Sorry, Mom.

Then again, my mom has no idea I have a sober blog, or that I’m writing a book about my journey to sobriety.

There is much much disapproval and chagrin in my mother’s future. I can hear her now, embarrassed to go to the grocery store in case someone who knows her also knows me and also knows about that whole drinking thing, which was much better swept under the rug, like women did in her generation.

Best epitaph ever: She Never bothered her neighbors. 

(Someone out there remind to take down this post around publication time.)

No matter. I’m on a roll.

Calling All Angels


A decade ago, I used to listen to this song over and over again. My kids got so sick of it. It’s the theme from the movie, “Pay It Forward,” where Helen Hunt plays a mother with an addiction to alcohol. I prayed to the saints and the archangels too, and anyone who would listen. I even prayed to Michelangelo, who I thought was a saint. It turns out I’d just heard the name over and over on Teenaged Mutant Ninja Turtles. It didn’t matter. The lyrics so exactly capture where I was at the time.

Calling All Angels.

(After blaring ad, it takes a few seconds for the soundtrack to start.)