Hi Fatty Readers – my husband and I had to put our elderly pug down last night. I miss her so much already. Below is the letter I wrote to her in preparation for the event. I’m sharing it here as a (human, self-indulgent) tribute to her. I hope you never have to say good…… Continue reading In Memoriam – Ethel Michelsen Miller
I’ve never liked NYE. When I was a drinker it just meant my favorite restaurants and bars were packed full of “amateurs”. As a non drinker – and this is my fourth sober NYE – it’s been a very quiet, very boring night. I’ve never bothered to plan anything, and my husband certainly hasn’t planned…… Continue reading New Year’s Eve, 2019
I’m 3.3 years sober and about to turn 46 years old on August 14th. I have zero preconceived notions about what ‘being 46’ should look like for me. My husband and I don’t have kids, so there aren’t obvious norms to chase after. This is fine, though. Fine, and even fun. What’s to come in…… Continue reading Like sands through the hourglass…
Dear Brene, You recently wrote a beautiful Facebook post about your 23rd sobriety anniversary. You reflected on the fact that getting sober was possibly the central, early decision that gave you the power to make a huge impact on the world (and, with it, me): …right after the Netflix special launched, someone asked me about…… Continue reading An open letter to Brene Brown.
For about a year I’ve been thinking about re-writing this whole blog. Archiving the posts to-date and just starting over. This blog has been insanely therapeutic for me, but it may be time to switch gears. There are a couple of ways I could approach the project: Write a how-to manual for quitting drinking and…… Continue reading Writing for readers?
Hello Fatty Readers! It feels like it’s been an entire lifetime since I’ve been here. Way back (three months ago, ish) I wrote a post just documenting some ideas I’d had for various widgets the world needs – totally unrelated to quitting drinking and dieting. I hit publish on that post because I was sick…… Continue reading I opened a bookstore (gulp).
When I hosted dinner parties back in my drinking days I would pre-open at least three bottles of very fancy wine (to breathe!) and set out pretty bowls of loose cigarettes and lighters for everyone to enjoy once they’ve had just enough of the wine to think one cigarette would hit the spot. I’d have…… Continue reading Health at my (any) size, aka the next phase.