Why the Salvation Army needs to Cut Ties with Alcoholics Anonymous

How your red kettle donations end up in AA meetings' donation baskets. The Salvation Army Santas are outside WalMart with a red buckets, ringing their bells, and part of that money goes towards drug and alcohol addiction treatment programs which rely on the 12-Step program, Alcoholics Anonymous. NBC's Kathie Lee Gifford and Hoda Kotb on …

Dealers and Dealing with the Opioid Public Health Emergency

Originally published on Medium, 11/01/17  by Juliet Abram Thursday, October 26, 2017 was a big deal in terms of confronting America’s opioid epidemic. President Donald J. Trump finally declared there is a public health emergency with the opioid epidemic, although he fell short of calling this a national emergency. Trump said, “We can be the generation that …

Oh Say Can You See (the Facts)

If the recent attention regarding the proper way to show respect to the national anthem or the American Flag is negatively affecting your life, then this blog is providing a safe space. Every issue in the world around us affects our thoughts and emotions; and our mental reactions affect us physically, causing both stress on …

Babies need Pampers, not Feminists

It feels good to be in a group where everyone more or less agrees with you.  It's strange how one different idea can be shot down with, "It's not all about you, you know? Consider the rest of us."  I surely am not asking to be pampered, but, when the topic is sexism suddenly I …

Can I Just Punch Anxiety in the Face Now?

I used to think re-blogging was lazy, now I think it’s critical. Here’s a blog from my namesake blog.

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2010 (untitled/ formerly titled “Might As Well Jump” acrylic/canvas 16×20

Where to begin on the topic of anxiety?  It’s not the same everyday.  Sometimes it’s social and I dread having to talk to anyone face to face, or on the phone coming a very close second, and some days it manifests as literal apathy because why bother to do anything if we’re all going to cease to exist anyway.   Typically, each morning (if it’s before noon) I wake up making a list of my head why today will be a good day.  I try to ignore the thousands of reasons I can come up with why staying in the bed is better.  I love pillows, I love holding them, I love having the bed to myself to stretch in.  (Yes, as much as I love sharing the bed the person I love it doesn’t mean the bed doesn’t serve a…

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The World is Insane (Not You)

I wanted to wake up and write about anything but the news and this general climate of frustration caused by strong ideologies regarding race, and culminating in horrible violence, but then Barcelona happened.  I have a strong sense of immediacy not to stay silent.  I'm a human with a moral obligation to address what appears …

Chronicles of Where-Are-Ya?

I've neglected this blog; admittedly, somewhat on purpose.  Yes, that's a lame cop-out statement but the "somewhat" applies to the 8 months or so I was slinging sandwiches in a MTO* kitchen inside one of those fabulous gas stations known for their high-end cuisine.  It's critical to mention this was the most poorly operated kitchen …

So I Dated a Narcissist

This is not an angry tirade, it’s a small chapter of my life that may help anyone else who has survived living with a narcissistic boyfriend.  I can finally write about it, and I really miss writing in general and I’m feeling a bit rusty. Not writing is far worse for me than the usual …

Emotional Duct Tape

The last A.A. meeting I attended was roughly four years ago.  I began blogging on wordpress the beginning of 2013.  For the first half of this year I ran out of anything I felt worth saying.  I read some fantastic articles by other writers I admire:  Maia Szalavaitz who came out with a new book …

Compulsory Hugs Are Meaningless

  *GUEST BLOG by Zoltan Buchan* I love a good hug. Who doesn’t? Is there any more human gesture than the simple embrace? Whether it’s to greet a much missed friend, comfort a child, express intimacy and affection with a lover, or share an explosion of mutual joy with a total stranger at a football …