January 9






“Whoa is me, I have crested the rise only to slide down the other side.  Hard work and determination culminated in victory but alas it was short lived.  Success is barely meaningful if it is permanent.  Poor, poor dear, I will have to strive once more at the face of a new challenge or even worse might have to make another run at this one.  How shall I ever bear it?” I lament, my sponsor smiles.

“Are you learning to be amused at yourself or hoping to bring back melodrama to the everyman?”  She queries.

“A little of both I think, whining is a consolation to me,” I reply.

“It’s nice that you’re not doing it at me, but even nicer that you have let your achievements teach you to laugh at your mishaps,” says my sponsor with a kiss to my forehead.


Butter both sides of your intentions





The police of a small town caught a serial glass breaker today.
The man who owned a plate glass repair shop
Was breaking store front windows.
I break my own.
I go through my life, I slash my own tires
And break my own glass.
I fear continuity, stability, success.
I love damage control, making arts and craft from my slivers and shards
“Think what you could do with undamaged goods.” Says my sponsor
I don’t know how to do anything with undamaged goods
Except damage them or give them to others.
“Saddest thing I’ve ever heard.” she counters
I can make a quilt from discarded clothes, mosaics from shattered dishes
A collage from junk mail and rescue every stray on the block,
See the potential in every person in a crowded hall
And hold your hand and cheer you on.
“What have you done for you lately?” my sponsor taunts
She is making my point, what can I do for me?
Search and destroy?
Live outside myself?
I have to be sober to be me, I can’t go around making a mess
Just so I have something familiar to wallow in.
What if I can’t do anything fresh?
“Learn to market the retreads.’ she says





You are reading selections from More Sober on the Way to Sane and 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 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: Please feel free to contact her there if you have any questions.
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