The one consistent action that alcoholics in recovery (not to be confused with in abstinence) perform is putting all their troubles on the ‘table’. This is a physical or metaphysical place depending on the individual. If I continually overlook this process, I will inevitably find myself in pain: physical and/or …
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Maintaining our Recovered Life
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… Don’t say it. The Wednesday night mantra. And like any good irritant the issue and the mantra rolled right into Thursday morning. God must have been on hiatus when the vote came in to let me parent. I am confident, at these overly charged moments, that …
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frag•ment n. a part broken off or detached, isolated, unfinished, or incomplete part origin: 1530s, from L. fragmentum “ a fragment, remnant.” From the root of frangere “to break” (fraction) ¹ Fractions can be a difficult concept for kids to learn. How can there be less than a whole? …
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This was—is—the hardest of principles for me to grasp. Yet when I, even slightly, welcome this notion, I am somehow nudged to see the situation anew. This is my very least favorite moment of personal growth. In part, I have tried to avoid these moments, but this too …
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Everything. I spent most of my years searching for love. It was those few missing pieces from the 1000 piece puzzle. I army crawled the carpet, sifted the vacuum bag—twice. The puzzle was eventually moved back to the box. I never enjoyed the 997 correctly placed pieces nor …
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No matter which direction I ultimately travel, I carry those unanswered questions. They are the ones that start with ‘what if?’ or ‘if only’. I transport them with me like my house key, as if leaving them behind will not allow reentry into my sanctuary of inadequacy. …
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What if I had it all wrong, but was confident I had it all right? What if I thought the process of life was to add, but realized later the process was to multiply? I spent my life professing that 5 + 5 was 10, only to discover …
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I do not remember the first time I heard these words. Undoubtedly, my thinking was too muddled to let them resonate. I have grown to like them. They are a tool to indicate my level of confusion. I was a product of the “survival of the fittest” method. …
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I vividly remember looking at my parents and thinking how screwed up adults were. At a young age I had some, not so pleasant, words to share with God. It was a soliloquy of sorts—God being the audience. I didn’t yet know how to hear Him. Nonetheless, I …
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I have succeeded simply because I refused to give in to my immediate want. I choose the word want because it masquerades as a need, but it’s really just a want. At this juncture in my life I see, clearly … I have what I need. If I …
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