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.)
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.