Sober Sunday Mornings

I love sober Sunday morning. There is something magical about enjoying the peace and quiet while sipping on fresh coffee. There is no urgency, just time to simply be. What strikes me about these mornings is how different they are from those of my party-girl-past. I may not have totally kicked the booze to the…

Day one – sober beginnings

Ah day one, here you are again. Greeting me like a well-acquainted prison guard that I swore I’d never see again. Everything about you is so familiar: the exhaustion, the dull pounding headache, the queasiness, the disappointment, the wasting of a day. I could have spent today dancing with the gentle breeze in the sunshine,…