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Here's a short story about my grandmother, Juanita, who I loved dearly. And Lent. For most of her life, my grandmother smoked Virginia Slims. She started smoking as a teenager. When I was pregnant with my first child, she told me her doctor had advised her to smoke more during both of her pregnancies. "He... Continue Reading →
Dryuary is a thing now. People make a New Year's resolution to abstain from alcohol for the entire month of January. There's a website: "Dryuary is all about Not Drinking in January. Join with others, share your strength, take the Dryuary Challenge!" People can sign up to stay in contact with other dryuary participants and... Continue Reading →
"There is no use trying," said Alice; "one can't believe impossible things." "I dare say you haven't had much practice," said the Queen. "When I was your age, I always did it for half an hour a day. Why, sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast." I have this Lewis Carroll... Continue Reading →
March 7 will mark 7 years, 7 months and 7 days since I stopped drinking. Funny how numbers work out that way. All those sevens in a line feel ceremonious. Realizing this has made me overly-emotional, sitting here at my regular table near the front of the coffee shop, holding back tears listening to David... Continue Reading →
Monday was the first day of my new job--I mean career--job sounds so what I was doing before what I'm doing now. I entered the kitchen to find my husband staring at our coffee pot like it had lied to him. "It's dead," he said without looking up. Mr. Coffee had died on my very... Continue Reading →
Amy Gesenhues 