Reconciling

Many of us seem to have some strain when it comes to relating to our families. The strain can be especially poignant around the holidays, where interacting with family is expected; if not from our families themselves, then from other well-meaning (or not so well-meaning) friends. This was certainly true for me this year. Going …

my hands are small

It's not metaphorical. It's true. I have tiny hands. Size 4.5 ring finger. And they can't dot things neatly, like that title up there that sits, balancing, without a period to stave off the anxiety of no ending. My hands can't stop uncertainty. "My world keeps spinning around." like the lyrics of this song that …

Guest Post: The Amethyst

Today, a guest post written by my best friend, Carly H. She blogs over at http://growingbutterfly.wordpress.com/. She told me a few weeks ago about her fascination with amethyst geodes, and her metaphor that we are not unlike them. Then she recently discovered the links to sobriety and just had to tell me. I joined in her …