Inappropriate laughter

This is a short one, because my eyeballs have assumed the role¬†of a slot machine,¬†periodically rolling back into my head expecting to toss out a matching pair of cherries. I can’t seem to stay awake past 9.30 most nights. So, it being close to midnight means that I’m on the cusp of delirium. Continue reading

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Waking up

Wake up, the sun gushes in, put on your shoes, and step out and up. (c) Married to an Alcoholic

Wake up, the sun gushes in, put on your shoes, and step out and up. (c) Married to an Alcoholic

I’m not sure how it all began. Maybe it was a slow brew thing. Maybe it started with music. Something rousing, nostalgic, threading a line back to that person I was. The one that tried and failed and tried again. Continue reading