The Next Ninety Days

alcoholism

  • 90 Days Sober: My Liver’s Party, a New Grandchild, and My Sudden Promotion to AA Meeting Chair

    As of yesterday, July 4th, I officially clocked in 90 days without a drink. Ninety. Days. My liver is probably throwing a party right now, complete with tiny umbrellas and mocktails. Tomorrow, Sunday, I’m heading to my home group to pick up that shiny 90-day chip, and I’m pretty sure I’ll be levitating. Or at Read more

  • My Angle of Approach: Or, How I Tricked My Brain Into Being Optimistic

    For years, I was convinced my attitude was just my mood. How I felt. And if you’ve ever tried to boss your feelings around, you know how well that goes. It’s like trying to herd cats while simultaneously juggling flaming torches. Impossible. Then, a definition of “attitude” hit me like a revelation (and thankfully, not Read more

  • Mud, Memories, and My Last Blackout

    April 5th, 2025 Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!!! Two o’clock in the afternoon. This couldn’t be happening, right? For the last ten years, my drinking had been an “at-home” affair. Hidden. Unseen. Unjudged. But somehow, I’d ended up at a local bar—the last thing I remembered. Coming to on my couch, with no recollection of how I Read more