I was 25 years old, and working 8:00am - 4:00pm in a credit department. My day uniform consisted of tweed and linen suits, Dupioni silk blouses, "How About A Nooner?" pumps, and a gam's best friend: L'Eggs hose. And from 9:00pm - 2:00am, I worked as a bartender in a short black leather skirt and white tux shirt, black bow-tie, black L'Eggs, and "Me Love You Long Time" pumps. (At one bar, we wore these outfits in black, except the bottom came to the waist and we had black hose underneath.)

I worked two jobs like this for eleven years on very little sleep. I was driven. I was a young divorced Mother. And I was an addict.

(This is the latest little blurb I'm working on. I like to write memory blips and keep them for a possible attempt at a book someday, or at the very least, for my children or children's children to read. I can only write in baby steps when it comes to writing about myself. But each time I read another blogging friend's truth or emotion, it encourages me to continue. )