Word of the Year 2021: Connection

(From March 2021) The sober community offers so much. I’m part of “Women for Sobriety” (WFS), which I found here on WordPress. I meet weekly over Zoom with a group of beautiful women who all reside here in lovely Massachusetts and New Hampshire. Last week, our fearless leader and moderator asked us what our Word

MINDFUL Drinking?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

(From March 2021) For Fuck Sake. No!! I got an add on FB for Mindful Drinking (I will no longer see this one. I vehemently hit HIDE AD). Want a mindful drinking habit?! STOP. Another example of how marketing fucks with us. After years of “I’ll drink only on weekends”; No pre-gaming; “Just three tonight”;

Just a break

(From February 2021) My life is good. Amazing husband, two boys I adore. A job that supports us. A roof over our head. But I’m still tired. Tired of parenting in a pandemic. The word “Mom” is uttered 7 times before I’m fully through the door. The boys, my husband, the dogs…they all need my

As Big as the Sun

(From January 2021) Day 103: I’m “Mumma Doesn’t Drink” so naturally I’m finding that some of my truest joy comes from moments with my little boys. Moments that I’m present for. Moments that I can press the Pause button on and really savor. I couldn’t wait to celebrate 100 days AF, but it ended up

Playing catch-up

The best laid plans…. I really did intend to use this blog to log my thoughts and wonderous epiphanies <wink wink> on the daily. Mummadoesnstdrink was going to be my digital journal of all things gratitude and alcohol-free “one day at a time”. Alas, this blog has been sitting in the background, while I go

Slingshot into maturity

Almost five months. Sobriety has been like a slingshot into a new way of thinking. I can’t hold onto regrets I have about my Dad. I can honor him not by “forgiving” him but by “promising” him I will keep growing up and learning the lessons. When we heal for ourselves, we heal for others.

The Space Between

This is hard as f$&@. And it’s boring. And it’s scary. And it’s exhilarating. And it’s exhausting. And it’s annoying. And it’s life saving. And that sums up how I feel in one minute in early sobriety. No alcohol for 135 days today. Honoring the space between “what was” and “what’s next”. Damn skippy.

65 days… the small moments

65 days. This laughter will get me to 66 days.

Day 37: SCIENCE, PEOPLE!

Don’t worry. I’m not going on some “mask vs. no mask” rant or hashtag stay-the-fuck-home preach. I’m here to talk science of the body and its functioning. Physiology, baby. So, on my Day 2 I learned how I inflamed my liver with excessive vodka shots. My liver levels were borderline in June 2020. By Sept

The wheels on the bus…

Day 25 🙏. I put my little boys on the bus to in-person school today. This is the first time my oldest goes back to school since March 16 2020. And today is my youngest’s first day in Kindergarten. He gets to ride the bus with his big brother! We’ve been waiting years for this