Author name: Alma Drake

Empty

Sometimes you have to drain that half-empty/half-full glass, and maybe wash it.  That’s honestly where I’m at, folks. My glass feels drained. I’m not depressed, not feeling like this is it, I need to end here. Not at all. I just feel . . . like a vessel that’s held one thing for a while,

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On Sobriety

Who’da thunk that something that started for so many of us as an act of rebellion, would come to be something so utterly conventional? No, really. Drinking is what everybody does. If you say you’re not drinking anymore, people think there’s something wrong with you. Rarely do I get a “Wow, good for you! And you

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Permission to Balter, Catterwaul, Scribble Dross, and Slosh Paint Around Wildly

We’ve talked about this before, a bit. We’ve talked about the fear of singing, or musically expressing ourselves in any way. But, darlings, we need to revisit this idea. And it’s not just about singing, it’s about all forms of inspired artistic expression. Oh, yes, I’ve been thinking about this a lot. We have put

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Bitter Beauty

It got cold over the weekend, oh my did it. Bitterly cold, icy cold. Face-hurtingly cold.  And it started with a fairly major snow storm system (the weather prognosticators even named it), which finally covered up the bleh brown and gray thing we’ve had going on since December, so everything is gloriously white and coated

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On Children

On Children by Kahlil Gibran      Your children are not your children.      They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.      They come through you but not from you,      And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.      You may give them your love but

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