Goodbye AA

Yesterday was a sad day in American history. The Supreme Court struck down the legality of Affirmative Action. Believe you me, the Ivory Tower is very Ivory. Now it is just gonna be more and more Ivory, like it was when it started.  

What are we going to do about this ruling? I know that Affirmative Action was never meant to be forever. It was supposed to help people catch up. So, perhaps it is the right time to strike it from the books. Only time will tell. I teach at my alma mater, which of course I love, and we are proudly an Anti-Racist University. We are also private, so the rules may be a little different for us - thank God!

I started to freak out yesterday, but then I spoke with my sister up in Michigan who is very smart.  Michigan is where some of this started. I studied it in depth in my PhD program in Educational Leadership. Affirmative Action court cases were for the University of Michigan Law School at the beginning of the millenium. My sister reminded me of a fact that Affirmative Action has been illegal in Michigan since 2006. I had forgotten that fact. 

Then I said the "Serenity Prayer" -- "Accept the things I cannot change." I try daily but fighting racism, sexism, homophobia - those are systemic issues. One person - little ole Molly -- cannot change an entire culture. But,  "The courage to change the things I can," now that's something I can do. I don't have to get all negative and fight with people in the Twittersphere or whatever over politics. "And the wisdom to know the difference." I get that the only thing I really can do is work with the parts over which I have control - which is really not much. God is in charge though. She's smarter than me, so that is a very good thing. 

I wish we lived in a post-racial society.  I remember ignorantly thinking that we did while Obama was in office. But sadly, we simply do not. Race in America is the worst it has been in my entire lifetime of half a century. 

Thank goodness that recovery is good for me. I would have gotten all negative about this a few months ago. But why even bother getting in a negative space when so much positive work still needs to be done?

So, Michigan had to figure this all out in 2006. America will too. Gosh, I am so proud to be from Detroit, Michigan. What an amazing city.  The heart and soul of America - and she just keeps recovering beautifully and leading the way. Michigan figured this out. America will, and perhaps will be better for it. One can hope right?

All the "-isms"

I do a lecture at least once each term with every class about all the --isms.  In Business writing we talk of course about Capitalism and how even the Catholic church agrees that the most just society is a free market. We talk about Classism and privilege, as I constantly try to check theirs and mine. 

In my composition and literature classes, we learn about Criticism, Marxism (this is not communism - it is a way to interpret literature through patriarchy, property, and power), and Feminism. We learn about racism through writer's like Toni Morrison. I am one of those dangerous Critical Race Theory teachers. (Oh my. I am sooooooo scary. ;) I will be if you take my Toni Morrison away. 

This blog, originally about Detroit, has now morphed into my recovery journey, with the hopes of helping others. What a metaphor huh? Who knew. God is like that. Art is like that. Life is like that. It makes sense later.

I am definitely on a healing journey. It helps me to write. So this is about the disease of alcoholism, but I am not gonna focus on that in this post. I'll talk about another ism -- workaholism. I used to be addicted to working. 

So when I wasn't drinking last time, I was working. I was working, working, working. My world had bottomed out, and I pretty much knew I had to get it together to provide for my family. So what is the smartest thing to ever do? I went back to school, and I did become a doctor. This I know is the best thing I have ever done professionally. My kids will always be the best thing I ever did. Actually, I owe my daughter an apology for being so busy during her childhood. I did the best that I could, but I missed a few soccer games. She always says that she doesn't want to be a PhD. Her dad is finishing a PhD program. She has seen the workaholism and actually checks me on it. I listen. I want to spend more time with my family and friends now. No one ever puts, "I wish I spent more time at work" on their gravestone. 

My daughter was going into kindergarten when I started my PhD program. I had to take two night classes, at least the first year. It was actually an honor. I applied, and they made me join the cohort like two weeks later. Then, they said they were using  me as a model for the new research curriculum. My PhD program is ranked often as the top educational school in America. It simply trains the best teachers. Thank you. Go Flyers!!!! I graduted when she was in high school. That is a long time to be working from like 8:30am -10:00 pm. 

Low and behold, in the midst of the chaos, God sent two more children. I still chugged along. It took me an entire decade.I also flunked one of the nine comprehensive exams. But I did not give up. I persevered. And I graduated with support from my wonderful professors. 

But I know I cannot do that again. I WAS SUCH A WORKAHOLIC. That was not healthy. Look where I ended up. You cannot just replace one obsession with another. And I know so many workaholics. It's like if you aren't a workaholic, then you are not doing your job right. That is absurd.  I am sorry but I think that is just crazy. 

America is at a pivotal time in our nation's history. The choices we make in the next year will determine the course of history for our future. Why do we need to be working hours like this? Where is the time we all need for spirituality and health? When do we rest? When do we relax? When do we spend time with our family?

I swear half the reason I drank was to relax. I am a lot like my Dad. We called him the Energizer bunny. I have soooooo much energy (I didn't at all when drinking - I just laid on my couch. Yuck). But now that I am not drinking, I wake up early, I have energy all day, it is just amazing. I was so tired of feeling sick and tired. But I cannot just go back to workaholism. No thank you. That led me here. 

So I am working on relaxing in healthy ways. I am meditating. I need to break out the yoga mat. I am walking. I am reading. I am writing. I am swimming, I am kayaking - instead of sitting in a bar. And let me tell you, it makes all the difference. So good bye isms -- time to heal. Time to be balanced and healthy. Maybe hyperfocus on any one thing is a dangerous place to be. Seems to be in my life at least. Saliente

40 Days

I grew up in what I would call a devout Catholic household. My one sister doesn't really like me using those words. She likes to say faith-filled. I understand why my sister says that. Our parents were loving and inclusive, which sadly the current church is not always. But my parents were both. My parents were devout, faith-filled Catholics. They were serious Catholics though for sure. But they also were very Christ like and accepted all of their family with unconditional love. That is what good Catholics do after all. It is supposed to be the universal church after all. True Catholics know this. Good Catholics continue to fight for this daily. After all, the church is the people - the Body of Christ. 

We all went to Catholic schools. My mom in the second half of her life attended mass daily. My dad was an usher. My father's funeral had to align with Catholic theology. My mom pretty much had the same funeral  (she planned both), so hers did as well. On my mom's deathbed, she was truly worried about Catholic teachings - which I found heartbreaking actually. She was having all I can call it was like anxiety about dying due to the Church's teachings. She was lying there worried about the Church's rules and religiosity, when she needed to find peace the most. So, I say they were devout Catholics. 

We went to Mass a lot. As s child, our church was at the end of our block. My best friend Amy and I would walk past a gorgeous Weeping Willow holding hands as girls. We were so Catholic, as was the entire Irish ghetto neighborhood of Southfield, Michigan, where we lived that as kids we actually played Mass with Eucharist and all. Other kids play doctor or whatever. Not us. We played church.  I'm talking hard-core Irish Catholicism. 

People say that Catholics don't know their Bible. That is really not true and insulting and somewhat bigoted and anti-papist. For some reason people can just get away with railing on the Catholic Church, when no one would be allowed to do that to any other religion. Believe me, I know that it is not a perfect institution. I know. But no human construct ever will be. 

Catholics do in fact know the Bible. Our Bible is actually longer than other Bibles with more chapters. If you go to Mass daily, you will hear the entire Bible from front to finish in about two years. If you go to just Sunday Mass, which most of us do as life is very busy with work, kids, etc., then you hear it is 3.5 years. So Catholics indeed know the Bible. We don't, however, know how to drop verses on command. Well some Catholics probably do, but most don't. 

The number 40 appears in the Bible 159 times.  I am paying attention to this. That is important. Forty is a sacred number. Being a statistician (albeit a struggling one), numbers really matter. I personally think we will find out all of the secrets to the Universe through numbers. Forty is a number related to spiritual growth. I am a testament to that. 

I am gonna be honest here - I don't think I have ever fulfilled my Lenten promise for 40 days. I have tried not drinking soda, giving up sweets, not biting my nails, and many more. But I never in my life have made it 40 days abstaining from anything (well that is not true, I was pregnant three times -- see I'm such a codependent that I did it for my kids. This time though, I am doing it for me. Makes a huge, huge difference). If I did make it, the church even let's us have cheat days (St. Patrick's Day being one of them. And St. Joseph's Day -- both my kids' names - ironically), so it was not a true 40 days of abstaining. But I HAVE BEEN ALCOHOL FREE FOR FORTY DAYS TODAY! That's a big deal. And I am just on the beginning really of this lifelong spiritual journey. We all are. 

So why is forty such a sacred number? Jesus was in the desert for 40 days. It took Noah 40 days to build the arc. Lent is 40 days. We celebrate Easter for 40 days after the resurrection. 

I am not God, and I cannot pretend to even know half of the answers. I do not know the answer as to why this is such an important number, but I know it just is. I know my body and mind are healing and that I am getting better every day. I honestly cannot believe how my body is resetting and healing itself. It's kinda amazing. 

I went ten years without drinking supporting someone I love in his recovery. I never drank when pregnant. So this isn't the first time I have been alcohol free for this long. But this time it is different. I got really, very sick there.  I call it the big Ds: Dissertation, Defense, Diploma, Death of Dad and Mom, Divorce, Disease (COVID 19 and addiction), and our Democracy in true crisis. It's been a tough five years. My life was overwhelming. I had a best friend die from alcoholism last October. I was clinically depressed after this occurred. I could not get out of bed.  This rocked my world.  I am realizing how very sick I was. And I am getting better. Praise the Lord. 

I know that this has been a spiritual awakening and that I am feeling more myself than I was when I was drinking. I mean I was a very high-function drinker. I got away with this for 35 years. That is a long time. But today I am in recovery, and for that I am grateful.

My higher power is helping. My nephews Ryan and Brent are in heaven helping. My mom and dad. Albino. I pray to them for strength. They listen and send it. 

Forty is a sacred number and I am so grateful to make it to 40 days clean. It has indeed been life changing. The right people are supporting me. Thank goodness for real friends. I am so much happier. I am not so angry. I am so grateful to have hit bottom. What a blessing - the blessing of bottom. Nowhere to go but up!!!!! Alleluia. Amen. 

GIRLCRUSH:Can I grow up to be Glennon Doyle?

My all time recovery superstar though is Glennon Doyle. I was introduced to her by my best friend Alissa during Covid-19 through a book club via Zoom full of very cool ladies. We read some great books including I Know Where the Crawdad Sings (thats a joke I know the real title. If you have to explain a jok it's not funny any more - just a literary joke about Paul Laurence Dunbar,) and Untamed. EVERY FEMALE, WELL EVERYONE, NEEDS TO READ UNTAMED!!!!!!

In researching Doyle, I found that there is this industry for writing called "Quit Lit," which says much about our era. Well to me at least, Doyle is queen of that genre. And I will be her humble servant.  Doyle is so brave; she writes about her substance abuse, eating disorder, and sexuality openly without shame. I will proudly write in this vein too. I will write for my two nephews and countless former students who were casualties in this Opioid War. I do live in Dayton, Ohio, on the frontlines, where they have to sometimes rent trailers for morgues because  the brick and mortar ones are full; we have lost far too many people to this War. 

I will write for all of the younger people in my life. Don't drink and don't do drugs. 

That don't drink one is harder for me too. I get it. But at least, for this one day at a time, don't do it. Don't pick it up. Then before you know that one day has turned into 36!   Yay me!!!! WE CAN DO HARD THINGS!!!!!! xoxoxoxoxoxo

My Role Model -- George W. Bush

I know, I never, ever, ever thought I would write this - recovery is a trip - but hrere it goes.  George W. Bush is my role model today. 

Come on - you know, well I know -- that if I ever got the chance to meet W in person, I would like him. He's got that thing. He's likeable. 

George W. Bush got it together. He overcame alcohol abuse and addiction and became President of the United States of America. I love his family too. I freaking love Barbara Bush. LOVE. She reminds me so much of my own grandmother, who was the most beautiful person I have ever seen. 

And, I always think you can judge a person by their children, and I love Jenna Bush Hager. I watch her daily on the Today Show. I love Laura Bush too. And I bet Barb is the coolest. 

So just for today, if George W. Bush can do this, we can. 

Peace! 

Women and Alcohol

So I am part of an amazing generation of women really. We were sold this bill of goods that we could have it all. And guess what? We bought it all. And it is true, to a point. I have it all. I have three beautiful children. I had an 18 year marriage. I have the finest education. I live my vocation and have my dream job. But we have it all at what cost? I for one get tired. That is for sure. Let's be honest for a minute - it is a crazy time. Crazy, crazy, crazy.  No wonder people are drinking now more than ever. Thanks pandemic. 

Two of my role models right now are Brene Brown and Elizabeth Vargas. Both have been honest about their alcohol use. Elizabeth Vargas was outted after a stint in rehab. That is terrible -- whomever did that to her; like what kind of soul sucking loser doesn't respect anonymity? That hurt her, and believe me, I get that, but she has come to realize like I have that sometimes the worst things that you live through end up being the biggest blessings.  It all works together for His good. I don't know how, but it does in the end.  You just have to trust the universe to pull you forward. Now Vargas has written a book about alcoholism and is using her wisdom in recovery to help others. 

Brene Brown is just a rock star. She used to drink. She is honest about that. And she quit. She openly shares how much better her life is now due to that choice. Brown researches how vulnerability actually is our strongest asset. 

Never once did I judge these women when I heard about their drinking. I actually admired them more for their honesty and to hear they were in recovery. They both quit drinking and have killer careers. Both are so smart and beautiful. This disease does not discriminate. They both are working to break the stigma of addiction and mental health issues and help people get well in a very sick society. 

If you hear them both talk about their use of alcohol, so much of it was based on anxiety. Of course there are many other reasons women drink - sex, men, etc. But so much of even that is rooted in anxiety. I have a diagnosed anxiety disorder. So much of my former alcohol use was about treating those feelings of anxiety. I have social anxiety. I know that everyone thinks I am an extreme extrovert, but I actually test 50/50 introvert/extrovert. Both women quit drinking and their anxiety lessened. That is a miracle That is also occuring for me. I feel so much better not drinking! 

The deal is though, these career women have a lot of pressure. Being a working woman in this patriachal society is tough stuff. Both are extremely successful women. Ontop of that, I think they both have kids. I know Elizabeth Vargas has two  boys. Vargas is a singlemom. Brown is still married. Both single life and matrimony are challenging. 

I know Vargas tells her chldren sorry all of the time. She has two boys. I relate to this so much. You are such a better mom not drinking. Being a mom of any sort is not easy. Being a stay at home mom is so tough. And being a succesful career mom is - no other words - crazy. Both of these women got better though and would not go back. The Sunnyside is a lot better I tell ya! And there is nowhere to go but up! 

Secrets Keep You Sick

So, like my post two days ago said, I have been in recovery before. I do firmly believe that alcoholism is a disease. They know there is a genetic component. There is a debate if we should use the word allergy.  All I know is that my body does not respond to alcohol the way that other people's bodies do. I have one drink and it is like a disability. I cannot stop. I don't have the capacity to have one drink, or two. I ended up having five. Or more. 

Another crazy thing about alcoholism is that alcohol makes me so sick. I mean sick for days. I have headaches. I throw up. I get extremely depressed. I cannot get out of bed. Lately, I got so very angry (for valid reasons, but most people do not categorize me as an angry person. Alcohol brought out that demon though. Sorry.) Yet, for some unknown reason, I always go back for more. That is crazy. As Einstein said, "Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again expecting different results." But see alcoholics are addicted. We want that buzz again. That high. The first hit of that chemical to the brain, and you feel good for the first time all day. The pain is gone. It doesn't matter how sick we get after. We are always chasing that buzz. We are always killing that pain. 

So why be so honest? First, that is just how I roll. I tell my students I think it is because I'm a writer. People trust us most when we are our authentic selves, especially with writing (This is why AI won't ever replace humans). Well in my years in recovery prior to my latest and long relapse, I learned somewhere that sick family systems have four rules:

1) Don't talk.

2) Don't tell.

3) Don't trust. 

4) Don't feel. 

I don't have a degree in Sociology or Counseling. My degree is in Leadership, so I took many organizational theory classes. So I am going to apply the dysfunctional family system to organizations too. See part of the reason I am in this mess has to deal with how institutions handled major life events that occurred to me.  Sick and dysfunctional organizations have the same issues that dysfunctional families do. They have these same rules. "Don't Talk." "Don't Tell." "Don't Trust." "Don't Feel." 

But I know if I am really going to heal, I have to break those rules. Healthy people do talk. It is okay to tell your story. In fact, I am an English professor with a literature masters. I love stories. I am a qualitative researcher. Tell your story. Talk to others about it. Get it out there, out of the secrecy and into the light. 

Jesus taught in stories you know. 

Trust is a hard one right - especially after your trust has been violated?  I have had this happen too many times.  But in healthy relationships anywhere including families and workplaces -- in any human relationships -- trust is paramount for healthy communication. 

As for feeling, well that's a tricky one too. Our society is not very good with this. I am not very good with this. Feeling all the feels is hard work. Plus I know I feel things more deeply than others. I have one of those melancholy, artistic souls. I feel sooooooo deeply. Too deeply. That's why I was drinking so much. That is why all my friends were too. 

We all just collectively endured the pandemic. We all have suffered trauma. It is hard to feel all the feels right? So many people were drinking during the pandemic and started such a bad habit. Heck, the entire state of Ohio did "Wine with DeWine" at 2pm daily. Schools and universities were closed, but liquor stores and dispensaries were considered "Essential Businesses." Heck, you could order up to four alcoholic drinks through Door Dash to come directly from a restaurant with a liquor license to your front door. 

Well, I am sick. I have this disease. But I am going to try to be healthy. So I am going to talk, tell, trust (okay that is one is really hard for me, but I will keep trying), and feel (also a tough one since I was self medicating and numbing for two years). Here is to healthy systems. Break the stigma and patterns. Break the generational curses.  Sober is the new sexy! 

Saliente!

Hitting Bottom on the Glass Ceiling

I may use this title for a book someday, so don't steal it or I will sue. Just kidding, sorta. :)

I am gonna start writing about my own recovery journey with the hopes of helping others. I am a month sober today. I am not new to the world of recovery. But this is the first time, I admitted that I have the disease of alcoholism/addiction and tried to get sober. I also am a codependent. My first stint at recovery was for codependency. I quit drinking to help someone I love get sober and support them. This time though, this is for me. What a difference this makes. Last time, I was so resentful. The resentment actually ended the relationship. I have to own my part. They were no angel, but I was really resentful. That is no way to live.  This time, I am feeling so grateful. That is such an important life lesson learned. 

See, I used to catastrophize everything as a younger person. But being fifty now, I know and have experienced the paradox that some of the worst things you live through actually become huge blessings. I know. Life is crazy. But I have learned this important life lesson. So although I hit bottom and smacked my head hard, I am trying to see the blessings because sobriety is the biggest gift you can give yourself. 

I fell off the wagon about five years ago after a divorce. I was newly single and socially awkward again. I was drinking at the bars to meet people. Meet people I did. I was the life of the party often. But, I was dying inside. Here's some advice I hope someone will heed. I don't think you are going to meet your future lifepartner at a bar. I met great people. I actually had a blast, sometimes. I had terrible nights others. But, I don't think I have met my lifepartnter yet. I have had some wonderful reason and season people, but still waiting for the lifetime one. I don't know. I do know I am complicated and maybe I am meant to be a solo artist. Time will tell. I know this first year of sobriety I am supposed to focus on me and this disease and how to manage it as best as I can. 

I have been sober about a month. I feel so much physically better. I wake up early. I am sleeping better. I am sure I am a better mom. That is a definite. I am probably also a better friend, teacher, everything.  I used to have chest pains (after Covid). Those seem to be gone. I have way less heartburn. One month makes a huge difference in healing our bodies. 

Today, I am in a great mood. No headache. I have energy. I can get off the couch. I am not angry. So mentally, today at least, there seems to be some healing going on. I do understand that this is a one day at a time thing.  And yes, my moods do change. So yeah just for today. Here's to emotional sobriety.