Tag Archives: 12 Step slogans

The Person I Want To Come Home To

Posted on March 9, 2021 by Susannah Bianchi

I want to be the person I want to come home to. It says it all for me, the kind of girl I long to be: happy, sane, loyal and true. One who greets with a smile. I long to … Continue reading →

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Tails From The Front

Posted on April 16, 2020 by Susannah Bianchi

I was never so happy seeing a Beagle tending his ballings, to quote my dear grandfather, as I was this morning after a major meltdown yesterday. I’ve been quite valiant since my shelter-in-place began, but even Norma Rae-Pollyanna-Joan of Bark … Continue reading →

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The Face Off

Posted on February 27, 2020 by Susannah Bianchi

I’m a polite girl. I would never say the things to anyone, that others say to me. I’ve come to think mouths should come with a permit. If you had two heads, the most I’d say is hello, twice, never … Continue reading →

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Zip the Lip

Posted on October 22, 2019 by Susannah Bianchi

Some people live by the sword, I, 12 Step Slogans, zipping the lip in my top ten. What does it mean? Shut the fuck up if you know what’s good for you because the minute you engage about anything confrontational, … Continue reading →

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Oh God

Posted on June 24, 2018 by Susannah Bianchi

I was raised Catholic, though running for my life, my mother using God like a machete to scare me half to death, certainly a bad rap for the great creator. My God as of late is more casual, in a … Continue reading →

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Lucky Dog

Posted on November 5, 2017 by Susannah Bianchi

Lucky is a 15 year-old toy poodle who’s on his way to the dentist to have a tooth pulled. He belongs to Mr. Brooks Brothers, the man I see in Starbucks most mornings. I first saw them one Sunday more … Continue reading →

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Let’s Get Real

Posted on October 24, 2017 by Susannah Bianchi

I heard someone say, we need to stop fighting reality in order to be happy. It stopped me in my tracks since we do shadowbox with what is, something I already know, not accepting the things we cannot change, to quote … Continue reading →

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January 1, 2017

Posted on January 1, 2017 by Susannah Bianchi

A clean slate is how I’m looking at the day…an opportunity for change. Have you ever heard, the definition of insanity is, doing the same thing over and over again, expecting a different result? 2016 for me was all about … Continue reading →

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Going To The Hardware Store For Oranges

Posted on March 29, 2016 by Susannah Bianchi

l love this expression since, though cleverly cryptic, says it all.  It’s when you have a need, secret or confidence you trust to the wrong person, coming away more bitch-slapped than comforted. I’ve been in an inexplicable swoon unable to … Continue reading →

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Don’t Pick Up The Rope

Posted on December 23, 2015 by Susannah Bianchi

I love this expression meaning, do not engage when provoked, surely an art to hone. I’m provoked on the hour by an assortment of irritants, from the woman across from me who leaves her wet garbage in the hall when … Continue reading →

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