As a self-deprecating recovering alcoholic, and divorced mother of two wildly awesome young boys, I often wear a very tight tee-shirt emblazoned with a bulls-eye, the fabric of which is woven from a magical blend of inappropriate humor, fearless observation, filter-less living, empirical wit, and irreverent sarcasm.
The Monkey’s Off My Back But The Circus Is Still In Town is a collection of comedic short essays, musings in memoir, and some food for thought on recovery and becoming a real live grown-up. As a direct result of my deformed emotions, numerous character defects, desperate narcissism, and poor decision-making, I will undoubtedly save at least four people in the world. Serious time and agony can be avoided with the cliffs notes of my personal misfortune in hand, the result of which will be warm tears running down your legs.
To the people of the world, I say, you’re welcome.
My stories are 100% true, self-narrated encounters, unbelievable occurrences, and opinionated observations that have taken place throughout my 42 years, 28 of which were peppered with high-functioning drug and alcohol abuse. I got sober November 9, 2011; the fog lifted, and I began vomiting my life. Now when someone asks if they can buy me a drink, I just say, “No but I’ll take the 8 bucks,” like I learned in finishing school.
I began this blog, and writing in general on April 10th, 2012, about 5 months after I got sober. I started writing as an outlet, and rather unexpectedly, it became an indispensable part of my recovery. I voiced my thoughts, fears, hopes, and opinions. It was very fucking loud and self-deprecating and rooted mostly in a humorous view of my experiences, both past and present. Sometimes I am hard and in-your-face and funny, much like I am. Other times I find myself remembering differently, with more connection and love. The sarcasm and cynicism will always be a part of who I am, but it is not front and center anymore, it is still finding its place in this new mix.
You encourage, criticize, question, support, and validate me in ways that would never happen if I were just writing in a journal. The interaction is essential, there’s a fellowship, and it is very dear to me. If you think about it, we found each other by pure serendipity. It’s really quite amazing, and I am truly grateful.
Thanks for following along on this journey. Enjoy the ride, it’s wild.