HOW TO SURVIVE AN ALCOHOLIC MOTHER (WITHOUT HIDING UNDER THE BED)

HOW TO SURVIVE AN ALCOHOLIC MOTHER (WITHOUT HIDING UNDER THE BED)

They say your childhood has to last a lifetime.  If that's true, I'm in a world of hurt. My mom was an alcoholic.  Not the kind who gets sleepy, funny, philosophical, weepy, or syrupy (we all know that last type: "I love you, man!").  My mom just got mean.  Evil mean.  So mean that she actually flunked out of the acclaimed Hazelden 30-day inpatient alcohol rehab program and bragged about it.  The counselors were probably scared of her.  Everyone else was.  Even the dog.

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DISASTER AT THE SPA (A/K/A AN UNEXPECTED VISIT FROM EURUS)

DISASTER AT THE SPA   (A/K/A AN UNEXPECTED VISIT FROM EURUS)

Then, as I settled onto the massage table, face down, tucked snuggly under the luxurious linens and cozy silk blankets, disaster hit.  I had an unexpected visit from Eurus, the god of wind.  Not just wind, but unlucky wind.  The kind of wind you never want to experience in a small, enclosed room with a complete stranger...

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