Author Archives: Karin L Burke

barmaid, anthropologist, raconteur.

hello. Everyone.

I’m never here anymore.  This blog, I mean.  I am well: still sober, still writing, very happy.  As far as human beings go. I came, today, looking for a sentence I remembered writing.  I have not found it.  I don’t know if I wrote it, after all, or if that is simply a dream I […]

a little soul, pestered. April 11

I sometimes feel like a muttering idiot.  I cannot much tell the difference between what I am saying, doing, and what is typically called madness.  There are days the difficulty is so big I can’t even form the questions. What does Kansas City have to do with pilgrimage, I mean.  This is a ridiculous thing, […]

Generation, daily reflection April 11

Generation: because the act of writing about my alcoholism turns out to be the act of writing about my father’s alcoholism, and recovery from my addiction is actually a recovery from his. They say that.  That alcoholism is a family disease.  Give or take genetic tendencies, we are who we are because we are what […]

90 days, april 10

Looking back, I think I’d begun the process of the fourth step from the first few days.  Like my life was all contained in a one big box, and I took it in my hands, flipped it over so everything fell on the floor, and said here’s nothing.  What dust is kicked up.  What shattering […]