363 Days Booze-Free

My husband and I began 2019 with a resolution to not drink alcohol all year. With the exception of a bit of bubbly for my best friend’s bachelorette party, and a toast on her actual wedding day this past February, by Jan. 1, 2020 I will have spent 363 days booze-free. A year free from…

Thanksgiving Eve

I’m sitting next to a steaming cup of peppermint tea, freshly showered and curled next to my 7 year-old pomapoo, Noah J., marveling at how my life has changed. How the only thing I have to be worried about tomorrow is this ridiculous breakout on my forehead (when does acne finally quit)? I’m thinking about…

The Holler’

Before 1010 E. Orange St. and blazing AZ sunsets was West Virginia. Wild and green and wet. I was born in 1985 in a small city called Fairlea before my parents moved to the outskirts of Lewisburg, a one-stoplight town in the southern region of the state. Deep in the mountains by the Greenbrier River,…

Copperheads & Elephant Strings

Imported from Tumblr, Spring, 2019 I am risk-averse in recovery. But I haven’t always been this way. There used to be a time when I delighted in rebellion- something savory and sexy about bold and brash choices, in shocking those around me. A motorcycle-riding boyfriend, a solo trip across the country to see my estranged…