When addiction first crept into our household 11 years ago, I started keeping a journal. Retreating to clean white paper became my refuge. The blank pages stared back, non-judgmental and welcoming. On their unvarnished surface I poured out my anguish, fear, confusion and shame. It was the only place – until many years later – …
Recently it came up again. Twenty men and women were seated in the church kindergarten basement awaiting the evening’s topic. Then a mother sitting across from me – whose 38-year-old son still lives in her home – threw out a word. Detachment. I’ll never forget the first time I heard it. In a room like …
You don’t have to be a football fan to love stories about football heroes. But rarely are they about those off the field In the late 1970s my brief career with WCBM Radio in Baltimore implanted a name in my memory. If you were a Baltimore Colts fan, you know the name, too. While Baltimore …