Monthly Archives: June 2011


The recovery community has a lot of confusing lingo to a newcomer, especially in the 140 character world of Twitter.

First of all there’s the dang hashtag, which turns all things to nerdspeak: #alanon, #sanetown, #meetinginmpocket.

Then there’s the abbreviations: #xa, #aa, #BB, #HP. #xa is a way to search others in recovery. The x stands for “anything – name your particular addiction” and the a is for “anonymous” which has been urbanized to equate with recovery. So #xa means recovering from any addiction. (If you’re confused about the hashtag, take a quick moment to read this recent article explaining its evolving use:

#aa is obviously “AA” (duh), and after a few months of following recovery folks on Twitter I figured out that “BB” means “Big Book”. I might have learned that sooner if I was in AA but I am Lone Ranger-ing this sobriety thing (ill-advised, many will tell you). The Big Book is a collection of stories and lessons about alcohol addiction that is essential reading for those in AA. Many #aa-ers seem to treat the Big Book with the same reverence as the Bible. (Just this morning I read the enthusiastic tweet: “No matter where I open it to, it’s exactly what I need to hear at that moment! #xa #BB”) I do have a copy of the Big Book on my nightstand. I purchased it on eBay early in my recovery journey, however I have yet to crack it open. I am sure my house cleaners are fascinated by its presence. No one else seem to have noticed it, although to be fair it is stacked with four other books I have also yet to read.

#HP took me a while to figure out. “H” often refers to someone’s husband (“Date night for me and my H”, “H’s turn to cook tonight – ordering pizza!”). Sometimes you’ll even see DH (dear husband). So admittedly the “H” threw me since I assumed it referred to a husband and started trying to figure out the “P”: Husband’s Problem? Husband’s Pal? Husband’s Pecker?

I tried out various meanings as I read my Twitter feed: “I am having a great day thanks to my #HP!” Read: “I am having a great day thanks to my Husband’s Pecker!” Certainly true for many women on any given day and yet an unlike tweet. I knew I was off track.

Eventually I figured it out – HP = Higher Power – the respectfully non-specific term that AA’ers use to avoid alienating one another with individual belief systems. It doesn’t really matter what you believe in, as long as you recognize that something other than yourself is in charge. This is a really important part of the 12-step recovery process. Although I am not involved in the program myself, I appreciate and respect many aspects of it. I have learned an enormous amount from others who regularly tweet succinct lessons and insights. Fellowship is one of the most fundamental components of recovery, and I have found it through the online community.

All I had to do, was reach out and learn to speak the language.


Backsplash on the Sunshine Whore

Somewhere in my basement is a box of treasures from my childhood.  A doily crocheted by my grandmother,  a poetry project from sixth grade, a wallet from my dad’s foray into leather-tooling, a doll dress my mom sewed by hand.  In amongst them, (I assume though I haven’t looked through the box since our last move in 1999), is a red autograph book I was given for my eighth birthday. 

 My friends and I all had these little books and we would sign one another’s with poems and jokes, trying to sound wiser and worldlier than the children we were.

“Tulips in the garden! Tulips in the park! The kind of tulips YOU like best is TWO LIPS in the dark!!!”

 None of us had yet moved into the world of kissing “for real” but we could see the humour and frankly couldn’t wait to grow boobs, get periods, and kiss boys. 

 I would have tossed the book long ago but for one special entry in that distinctive cursive of one who went to school long before, when handwriting was taught as a discipline reflective of character.  Dear old Mary, a friend of my mother’s mother – the link to a grandmother who’d died before I came along.  I remember her delight when I asked her to sign my book, as if it was a great honour to be included.  She paused thoughtfully and then wrote:

 “Those who spread sunshine into the lives of others cannot keep it from their own”

 I took that phrase to heart and think of it often.  Of course, I now know it is a paraphrase of Scottish writer James Matthew Barrie’s work but the sentiment is more important than the exactness of the quote.  I took it to my young little heart and did good deeds in earnest, knowing my own life would be better for it. Just by smiling at a stranger, I’d feel happiness back.

 Ah but careful, careful there little one.  The mind is tricky, and will start to keep score.  It quietly takes stock of every time you give more than you receive and lays a thin, gossamer layer over your heart.  Eventually those layers build to a film that grows so gradually you hardly notice the change, but it’s there.  Your smile feels brittle, your heart aches but you don’t know why.  You grow bitter, and you know it’s wrong so you tamp it down and hide it under more smiles and achievements.

I can see it now, how I let that happen to me.  I became an approval junkie, a sunshine whore.  I barfed freakin sunshine all over the place in hopes some would splash back on me.

I took a lovely notion, a truly sincere sentiment from a dear old lady and warped it with my mixed up mind.  I couldn’t see it for most of my life and considered myself beyond criticism because – what?  You’re going to criticize me for all the selfless good I’m doing?

I am still reeling from the recent lessons learned about expectations and resentments.  I sit and write this now with my sobriety goggles firmly in place.  If you do good things with the expectation of return on investment, you’ll eventually be disappointed.  Continue that behaviour long enough and you’ll have yourself some nice resentment brewing.  Throw in a box or two of wine per week and you’ll be…well, see my first few posts.

 That said, I still believe in the power of sunshine.  I know dang well old Mary had it right.  I see it here, in the feedback from this blog.  I see it in others who bless me with their kindness.  I know it in my heart; I just have to trust that it’s true without holdings expectations.

The Blog

The latest news on and the WordPress community.

The Truth of Being Me

Memories, Moments & Mid-Life of a Woman, Survivor & Fighter

Finding a Sober Miracle

A woman's quest for one year of sobriety

Unbeaching the Whale

A recovery journey

A Beautiful Mess

Embracing the beautiful mess God created me to be

Anna Bananas

I might be crazy, but at least I'm sober

mistakes by the lake

sit down. let me tell you a story about ohmygod what am I doing?

ma petite lumière

a creative outlet + nonlinear collection of musings on unlearning how to destroy and remembering how to create. designed to enlighten, empower and humor.


I used to drink to do life, now I have to figure it out the old fashioned way - dazed and confused, lucky it's hilarious.


who knew life would be better????

Total Fatty

Escaping my escape mechanisms.

Hurrah for coffee!

My new sober adventure!


How I Secretly Quit My Secret Habit of Secretly Drinking

Honeybee Living

How I Secretly Quit My Secret Habit of Secretly Drinking

suburban betty

clean & serene

Heya, Monster.

A SoberBlog by a TallWoman.

A Spiritual Evolution

an alcoholic's blog and addiction memoir

life without vodka rocks

Quitting alcohol on my own terms


living without alcohol, living again

Seeing Clear Lee

musings on becoming alcohol-free

The Truth About Alcohol

We Are Not Alcoholics and we Refuse to be Anonymous

My Road To Abstinence

Sober, me? Really?


Trying to ace sober living


Today is the first day of the rest of my life. Starting today I am on my way.

The Six Year Hangover


And Everything Afterwards

How I quit alcohol and discovered the beauty of a sober life

Raising Healthy Children in an Alcoholic Home

A Book and Blog for Parents in Recovery from Alcoholism and Codependence


Finding myself by leaving the wine behind...


From daily wine drinker to alcohol free living...this is my journey.


from liquid courage to sober courage

Mrs D Is Going Without

How I Secretly Quit My Secret Habit of Secretly Drinking

A hangover free life

Waking up to the sobering reality that booze is the problem not the solution


Mixed-up, Mashed-up, Mished-up.


I got sober. Life got big.

Heather Kopp

Words fail, but sometimes I try

Sober Grace

Finding and practicing grace in recovery


There are no coincidences.

Sober Identity

#Life Coach #50+ Years #Striving #Thriving #Emerge: Growing From Addiction-Starter's Guide" #AfterRehabCoaching

%d bloggers like this: