Herself: Three estate sales where I got two cookbooks, one for Marie….good excuse, and some napkins and placemats. Couldn’t draw worth beans.
Reading: A Jeffrey Deaver I picked up at an estate sale with the lead being that nasty quadraplagigic forensic specialist. I don’t do nasty well, but I forgot to bring a book with me yesterday.
Balance: A quiet two hours reading.
I never thought my daughter, Margot, would survive the wall of drugs, beatings, alcohol, and men behind which she lived. Today she celebrates her fifth year of sobriety. It’s the most amazing miracle I have ever seen, the most amazing story. My own recovery pales next to the fact that this woman is sober and has been for five years. I often say that I should have been dead, but the truth is that she almost died many times.
Today we not only celebrate the sobriety of this remarkable woman, we celebrate the work and successes of all the men and woman behind her from her sponsor K, now undergoing chemotherapy, to Sister Clair’s program for homeless, battered, alcoholic, addict woman. There are hundreds of people who have helped her along the way, I could list them all, but boy you would be bored.
Bottom line, we are so very proud of Marie we are bursting.