Somedays I think the conversations will never end. Who would have thought I would ever be tired of talking? Guess what? I am. Apparently, I am feeling tired of listening, too. I am having yet another conversation with my 14-year old. Lord, she was one year old when …
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Parenting & Sobriety
My last September Sunday to squeeze in a post. In the spirit of keeping my “monthly post” commitment I’m getting this up here today. It’s a little less polished than I prefer, but—oh well. Personal stuff: Life is good, as my perceptions continue to transform. I am happy …
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Originally posted January 2013. I was lying on the floor next to her bed. Her little hand reached toward me from the comfort and furry pinkness of her blanket; both of us quiet, almost asleep really. The energy of her touch awakened me. I remember sitting up and …
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Pain—an ache from which I seek relief. Pain—a feeling to be avoided. Pain—a thing I had hoped could be eliminated. There is this illusion that a sober life will be a pain free life; I will eventually arrive at this sunny place of completeness accompanied by a pain-free …
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Tomorrow marks my son’s 14th birthday. He has been my greatest teacher. I wonder all these moments who was teaching whom. He brought me curiosity, creativity, wonder, discipline, courage, and the longing for more of life. Both my kids were paramount reasons for ending the ‘chaos of drinking’. …
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I have a profound respect for those who manage to get sober this time of the year. The near impossible requirements of early sobriety are amplified at holidays. This was the time of year most of us seemed to fit in—finally, everyone else was drinking excessively too. We …
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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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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’ve been deluded by what progress looks like. Clearly, I have been deluded my whole life, by life. I am just now establishing an understanding of what forward truly looks like. It resembles little of my childhood fairy tale world. It continues to not amaze me why I
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The removal of anything offensive in my life is but the beginning of the journey. Not the end. Alcohol is not the problem. Drinking alcohol is not the problem. I am the problem. And because I am the problem I am also the solution. How is it that …
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