This time it’s not the expected passing of a close friend from cancer that stirs thoughts of death. Nor is it the sudden loss of a beloved physician from a heart attack. It’s the shocking, gut-wrenching news that another young man has died from addiction. He is the tenth “child” – because aren’t they all …
They sit side by side in the kindergarten classroom. The wife rubs her thumb across the tips of her fingers. The husband stares at every speaker. They are grasping for the answer – the “right” one. In the early years of my son’s addiction, I did the same. I came to Al-Anon knowing surely these …
More than 15 years ago, when Jacob was struggling with drugs and I was frantic to help him, author and educator Libby Cataldi and her son Jeff spoke at our local hospital. Their “talk” followed Libby’s memoir, “Stay Close”, in which she recounts years trying to help Jeff while facing her own crises. The mother-son …
It’s only a 3 x2 inch box. But it may as well be a symbol of addiction. Or at least, how addiction affects the family. At Al-Anon meetings we pass the tissue box to whomever needs it. Recently, it was a mother whose adult son was living in a sober house, one of many in …
Two tall, thin men stand behind a table on the bustling cobblestone crossroads. Pedestrians wander past, never noticing. The taller one sees me watching and beckons me over. He barely speaks English. I speak no Italian. Spread across the table are maps and pamphlets and flyers promoting a serious purpose. I am in the ancient …
The young girl walking towards me was staring into her cell phone. She never saw me coming. For a split second I thought – she’s going to run into me. Should I say something? Or will she knock me down and embarrass us both. I flashed back to other times when disaster was heading straight …
Something about the man’s big, moon face lingers. Maybe it was the way he stared at me, searching. He was sure I had the answer. It was a Saturday afternoon and the first time my husband and I were in this room since pre-Covid. We were speakers at our local treatment center’s biweekly Family Workshop. …
Count me among the 60 million. That’s the estimate for the number of households in America with at least one dog. Unabashedly, I am a dog lover. And as often happens, my husband and I are hooked on a specific breed. It was the Greyhound who captured our eye when Jacob was ten. His afterschool …
We are rolling along through Maine on a two-week vacation, Charley our greyhound in tow. Not the trendy coast. But the backwoods on a single lane highway that leads northwest towards the White mountains of New Hampshire. Small towns drift by the window. Suddenly, I see not one, but four shops by the side of …
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 …