20 Cart Pileup

March 21





“What’s the problem here?”  asks my sponsor, as she approaches my apparent impasse.

“Well, I’ve been trying to get these carts lined up.  What do you think of my progress?”

“How many carts do you have here?”

“A few, quite a few.  Why?”

“And how many horses?” She asks.

“Just the one.  The same as everyone else,” I answer.

“And where is this poor animal?”

“Back there, behind the carts.”

“Okay.  We have a two-fold problem here.  First, one horse can handle only one cart.  So, pick one.  Second, that sad creature needs to be in his proper position to do any good at all.  You had best figure out a way to get him in front or you will remain stuck even after you whittle down your burden.”

I was stunned.  She went to her cart, climbed to the seat and took up the reins.

“How long did it take you to get yours like that?” I asked.

“Honey, it takes every day.  Don’t kid yourself.  I wake up every morning with the same train wreck you’re standing in now.  Learn to sort faster and you’ll have the rest of today.  You can start over with the rest of us tomorrow.”




Sip the bitter, drink the sweet.




Clever Me

I am clever, I am so clever,

everyone knows it and I know it, too.

So, why do I get slam stuck

on the very simple things

required to keep my life running smoothly?

I know what needs to be done,

yet have no clue as to how to accomplish

these threads of minutia.

I stall; panic, plod, pout.

When I do force myself to do it

I end up creating either a new pile

of impossible incidentals

or some anticlimactic end,

but secret solutions are as of yet undiscovered.

The whip, the lash and the club avail nothing

though sweet enticements do no better.

I pray, “Dear God please help me!”

but this has no point, I don’t want the help,

I am afraid of the help.

I am afraid of the change

and of course who wouldn’t be?

Beyond here lay someone I don’t know,

someone I only fear,

beyond here lay the fearless me

and I am clever enough to be afraid of her.



You are reading selections from Sober on the Way to Sane and More Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault




About Sherrie Theriault

Sherrie Theriault, writer and outsider artist lives in northwest New Jersey where she writes villain-free fiction for children and young adults, creates coloring books for all ages, writes daily inspiration books for the recovery community and has other works of collected poetry; also adult fiction. Books available on Amazon.com include the following: Cala Mae The Deep Dark Day In The Congenial Chronicles The Holland’s Adventure Fill Me In Fill Me In, Too Filled In Sober on the Way to Sane More Sober on the Way to Sane Lines from My Life More Lines from My Life On-Liners to Live By My Sponsor Said… Elissa: Queen of Carthage Was Love Lost Order of Protection The Story Precedes the Question Can You See? What the Birdies Told Me about You What the Birdies Told Me about You Coloring book The Enchanting Dog Sherrie’s books are available at Blue Stockings, Manhattan, NY, The Clinton Book Shoppe, Clinton, New Jersey, Giovanni’s Room, Philadelphia, PA, Easy Does It in Long Beach, CA and The Latest Thing in Costa Mesa, Ca. You can find Sherrie’s art work at Hang-Ups Gallery in Allentown, PA or online at: SerendipitousGallery.com Please feel free to contact her there if you have any questions.
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