Brown Dogs Farm (2)

It's 72 degrees, overcast, with a cool breeze. It's actually perfect weather, and it's so peaceful out here. I'm writing this from our new (to us) patio table. It's an old green circular iron table. It came with 6 matching chairs; they rock slightly. They have cute little green and white pads for the seats. There … Continue reading Brown Dogs Farm (2)

Year 7, Post Alcohol.

As much as I wanted it, I never really expected it to happen. I never really expected to get sober. I had become conditioned to losing, conditioned to failing. In so many ways I had given up before I ever really started. I expected nothing truly good would ever happen to me. On a rare occasion … Continue reading Year 7, Post Alcohol.