Fairy Dust

This is my first blog post from one year ago. “As a father has compassion on his children, so the Lord has compassion on those who fear Him; for He knows how we are formed, He remembers that we are dust”- from Psalm 103

Better Than Fairy Dust

” I am nineteen, sitting in a fancy restaurant in Santa Fe, New Mexico, with my boyfriend, David.  We are both dressed up.  He is wearing a tan suit, I have on a flowered sun dress, we are both tan and healthy.  We order a round of drinks- margaritas- and, with dinner, a bottle of red wine, a California Cabernet.  I am supremely happy in this picture.  I feel wonderfully protected, cocooned by the wine and the sense of romance, and together David and I are the perfect image of young love, clinking wine glasses above the pink linen at our table.” Knapp, Caroline, Drinking A Love Story, pg. 86

Fairy Dust.

“Without liquor I’d feel like a trapped animal, which is why I always had it. Without liquor I didn’t know what to do with myself, and I mean that in the most literal sense, as though my thoughts…

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