When my daughter was seven years old, and my son was two, I picked up a well thumbed paperback at a yard sale called Bradshaw On: The Family. I thought Bradshaw’s book was about parenting strategies, but as I began to read, I was surprised to find that it focused more on his theories of
Simple moments Simple pleasures What is your happy? What do you treasure? For me it’s a lie in Or waking up slowly A cup of tea made for me Crisp winter weather My children’s morning cuddles Snuggled under the covers It’s a chatty phone call from my lovely mother It’s a work meeting cancelled on
One thing that’s been difficult to accept since I stopped drinking is my overly-negative mindset. I tend to catastrophise small things into big things and then into life-changing events. It’s really unhelpful and unhealthy, and over the past few decades, I can see that it fed into and out of my drinking. Over-thinking about situations
I heard of Dry July and Ocsober for the first time four years ago on an Australian website called Hello Sunday Morning. While desperately googling, and thinking, How do I Stop Drinking? Am I an Alcoholic? I stumbled over HSM and began blogging my way dry among others on three-month or twelve-month alcohol-free challenges. I didn’t fit the
Summer is passing and fall slowly approaches setting foliage ablaze and dowsing the leaves with the unfailing autumn rains. Brilliant golden days are replaced with mundane and fading grey. A solemn sadness creeps into life as the season of growth comes to an end. It is a harbinger of the darker days of winter yet
