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 – …
Like many parents there was a time I knew Jacob’s friends. And their parents, too. We were a tribe raising our little indians to be the chiefs we knew they would be. In high school that all changed. Jacob suddenly drew new friends. I neither knew them nor their families. The telltale signs of something …
God grant me the serenity To accept the things I cannot change, Courage to change the things I can, And wisdom to know the difference. When I first heard it, the words barely registered. It was at an anniversary celebration for Pathways, the alcohol and substance use treatment center where I served on the board …