Running on Sober

I'm not empty, just sober

So You Want to Quit Drinking

Wright, Bing. Broken Mirror/Evening Sky (Anscochrome), 2012. Archival Inkjet Print.

(the following poem contains profanity and raw imagery. it is not intended for young, nor sensitive, eyes. it is inspired by several bukowski pieces, each linked to in the footer. while bukowski, to my knowledge, never sobered up, there are few who understood alcohol’s powers as well as he did. I’d like to think he had both bluebird and kraken in his heart, and would not hesitate to let you borrow […]

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Michelle Has Been Published! Woo-hoo!

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You all know Michelle (MamaMick) Terry, don’t you? I think the entire internet must know her by now, as friendly, bubbly, and genuine as she is. But if you are one of the rare few who don’t yet know Michelle, you’ve been missing out on a wonderful brave lady. Michelle and I met in October 2013 and became fast friends. We discovered many shared interests: running, eating chocolate frosting (right out of the […]

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The Voice of the Adversary (a selection from Mary Karr’s “Lit”)

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Came across a selection from Mary Karr’s book Lit as I was gathering poetry and material for Words for the Year. Although I haven’t posted much here lately, I thought it would be good “food for thought” for my sober (or working on it) friends and their families. Karr writes about “the voice of the Adversary.” It’s that voice of anger and spite that rips out of nowhere, and after it […]

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From My Mom

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I shared a note from my mom nearly three years ago, soon after I began this blog. I always thought I would revisit that post, dress it up, add some cutesy little stories, but sometimes no embellishment is needed. Like a poem, some words stand on their own and linger in our hearts . . . reminders of our own experiences. You don’t need my stories with this note. You have […]

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Guess Who’s FOUR! Years Sober?

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Yep, that would be me. Somehow I made it to four years of sobriety!    Remember me mentioning those extra four seconds (on my recent half marathon time) and how awfully proud I am of them? They remind me of my four years of sobriety, and they also remind me of my mom. During one of my childhood math homework sessions, I remember seeing “4!” and having no clue what it meant. So I […]

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You Can’t Always Get What You Want, But… (race recap and photos)

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Okay, fine, I admit it. I went in to my race with expectations. I would be lying if I said that I didn’t. Most novice or recreational runners will tell you before a race that they don’t really have time goals, that they only want to have a good time. Yeah, and most of them are lying their wicking-running-shorted butts off too. Nearly every single one of us have a time […]

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Ferdinand the Treadmill and 168 Flowers

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So as I was running on the treadmill this weekend doing my last long run before my upcoming half-marathon, I decided to watch bull riding on the television. Don’t ask me why; the mind does strange things to entertain itself on a long run, and mine is no different. While I watched the rodeo I thought, hey, I bet I can write a pretty cool poem comparing my treadmill to […]

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Closer to Fine (a few quick updates & a dang good read)

Did I mention Game of Thrones is back? (Waves to friend A... HODOR!)

Because sometimes you read something and you want everyone else to read it too. Because sometimes you wish you could go back in time and tell yourself the words, “It doesn’t matter.” Because sometimes there are no reasons or easy answers, and even if there were, do they even really matter now? The past is the past. We can’t change it. We may never fully understand it. And you know […]

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There is a Light and it Never Goes Out

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I am sitting at my dining room table, in my red-walled dining room, with a thick book of algebra and algorithms open before me. I am sixteen, and it is only the beginning of the school year, but already I am flipping to the back of the math book, staring at pages that look like they are written in Greek. (I imagine many of them were.) My jaw drops a […]

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