Amid the chaos of this world, there is this… Who makes the bed in your household? I’ve always been a bit neurotic about this clearly minor, daily household chore. The bed must be made before I leave the house, let alone head downstairs, no matter the time. There’s something about sweeping a hand across the …
Thirteen years ago when Jacob was home from Florida for a visit, our local treatment center invited him to address the patients. I was invited to join him. Today, this center, Pathways, offers a Family Program for those affected by a loved one’s addiction. It’s a Saturday session to learn more about disease and what …
Anonymity (Try saying that three times) “Your anonymity is protected at all times.” That’s part of the opening lines of many Twelve-Step programs. It’s a promise to anyone who is there. We introduce ourselves with first names only. What’s said here, stays here. When I first heard that my “anonymity was protected” I was both …
The very words fill me with dread. This month high school seniors clad in caps and gowns walk across stages. And afterwards, they take off for their first flight of freedom: Beach Week. The scene hurtles me back to a buried memory. It was June, eighteen years ago. The morning after Jacob’s graduation I smiled …
Rewarding is probably the wrong word But it is rewarding – and certainly positive – to watch people grow in their recovery. For example – the couple whose adult son has been drinking and using drugs off and on for years. The son is in his forties. Recently he checked himself into a rehab center …
It’s curious how recovery brings a fresh take on so much in everyday life. Like holidays. And especially this one – Mother’s Day. When my son was in active addiction, Mother’s Day was a day to despise. As it approached, I felt the already high tension tightening even more. Just get through it, I thought. …
Recently, my husband and I spoke at a treatment center for adults suffering with addiction. In front of us sat some 25 men and women, a few in their twenties, but most seemed much older, in their fifties or sixties. We talked about our son, how his addiction began in high school and haunted his …
He’s still waiting. Somehow my husband thought, magically, once our son was in recovery and had a decent job he would offer to pay for all the shattered side mirrors on our Chevy Trailblazer that he drove during high school. Just one of many “expenses” from his years with addiction. And since he was in …
It’s still happening. Despite the headlines that tout fewer deaths due to overdose and fewer young people using drugs, I still meet mothers and fathers whose children – as the first step in Al-Anon and AA says – are making their lives “unmanageable.” It’s why they come to church basements and fellowship halls. They seek …
If you’re any kind of flyer, you know the lines. Make sure your seat belt is fastened. Seatback and tray table in their full upright position. And the most enigmatic of all, when flying with small children, secure your own oxygen mask first. If you’re a parent, sometimes it feels like you’re flying with …