the last days of detox

left me with lots of questions. What is the making of a woman? Is she what she has done? What she does? Who she thinks she is? All of this is to say that I missed drinking booze. Desperately sometimes. During the detox. Drinking is a part of so many of my social activities. As this blog implies, it's what I do when I celebrate. What I do when I lament. What I do in groups to party. What I do alone along with introspection. And while clove and sage tea and spicy beet juice are delicious, amazing even,

they are but an amusing sidebar of the narrative I care to create.