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May not be Thursday, but it is a throwback

Returning to the beat of my heart on the AT.

  The Appalachian Trail. It has survived.  It gave me the strength to as well.  Saving me in the thick of it, encouraging me when I returned to it.  It is a constant. Reflecting back on all of the trips… Continue Reading →

Birthday EVE!

On my Birthday I got together with my girlfriends.  It. was. hilarious. After lots of laughs and plenty of food and wine, the last of the gals were leaving, and my son was brought up.  Well, again because we obviously… Continue Reading →

In your t-shirt. 

Sleeping in your shirt brings me a relaxed,   yet heightened state of desire. The scent swirling my mind into the memory of things you’ve done to my body.  Coupled with the sense of comfort and safety that your arms… Continue Reading →

To my bay watch babe…

I am a gal with quite a few best friends.  Lucky me.  No, grateful me.  But there is one of them that withstood the test of everything awful in my life and arrived with me at the gates of recovery… Continue Reading →

The gravity of the situation

“Hi, you don’t know me, but my name is Hannah and I know that you and my boyfriend have been cheating on me.”  I could almost see her arms crossing and feel her deadly glare through the phone. Three months after… Continue Reading →

I was always me, I just stopped believing it.

“He stripped away my self-worth, layer by layer until there was nothing left of my personality.  Yet I never forgot about the girl who I used to be.  She lived inside, my caged soul, waiting for the day I would… Continue Reading →

Throwin it back.

Embarrassing moment alert… Y’all remember those Viper car alarm commercials from the 90’s… well this gal got to go out with the OLDER brother of a friend who had the baddest car in the neighborhood.  I was so excited thinking… Continue Reading →

Where I stood

Music is one of those magical things that is woven throughout my life.  There are songs that bring on a memory like it is present tense, and there are songs that make me dance and sing and forget my troubles,… Continue Reading →

I won't delete your number

I was scrolling through my phone, and I saw your name.  The moment of memory, and happy, and sad that kicks you in the gut all at once.  But, I won’t delete your number.  That would mean I am erasing… Continue Reading →

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