When I was five years old I endured weekly Saturday ballet classes. I begged my father to let me quit. I was dying to play outside with the other neighborhood kids on Saturday mornings. He refused. After some months it was time for my first recital. My family descended from all 5 New York boroughs … Continue reading
I went to the doctor early on the Sunday morning after the holiday party. I was waiting for my prescription to be filled when I decided to take myself out to breakfast. Under the surface I was still feeling bad about what took place at the holiday party. Mike wasn’t returning my calls. I swallowed … Continue reading
My first AA meeting was in a stale smelling room with a scattering of about fifteen people. Samantha pushed me to go after I told her what happened at the holiday party. On Friday she reminded me about the meeting in her Mr. Rogers tone, “Anna, what time is the meeting today?” I wondered if she … Continue reading
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