I am in recupery. To describe my present condition as "recovery" gives the impression that I've entered a 12-step program. Which I haven't. Although I wouldn't object to attending AA meetings provided they were held anywhere that was not my living room. As you know, if you were paying attention (see essay posted on July
I apologize for the fact that I’m late in delivering this new post. That is, if anyone even noticed that I’m a few days past my deadline. Five to be exact, if you happen to mark your calendar. Which I highly doubt. But that’s okay. I don’t mind my usual timeliness being taken for granted.
Dear Diary: I have to confess that what I’m about to do feels very weird indeed. I haven’t written in a diary since I was a love-sick teenager, age 13. It was the summer that my first boyfriend Joey dumped me for my best friend, Joanie. Perhaps the alliterative sound of Joey and Joanie was