“Mom, I lost my job. Dad wanted me to call and tell you.” Like so many other crises during the years of my son’s active addiction, this one arrived with terrible timing. Half-the country away, I was about to leave my hotel room to proctor a professional exam. A two-hour time difference meant it was …
Many people today know about “Twelve Step” programs that support men and women with addictions – of almost any kind. But for those who are new to addiction in a loved one or friend, they may not realize there are “steps” before the “Twelve. “ For me, the first step was denial. When a trusted …
What happens when a family keeps a secret about a tragedy buried for decades? That’s the premise of Dani Shapiro’s new novel Signal Fires. Reading it for a book club, I couldn’t help but overlay that question on my own family’s history. What if I had never disclosed – to anyone – that my son …
This winter I had the opportunity to speak at three treatment centers in South Florida with my son. Jacob was the moderator. One of his friends from AA spoke first, sharing his experience and hope. Then it was my turn as an Al Anon member. Because I was sitting next to Jacob, an AA member …
“Detach with love.” The first time I heard that phrase I was dumbstruck. A former English major, I had to parse the words to make sense of it. “Detach?” You mean separate myself from my son? How does a mother detach from her children? And how do you do it “with love?” What does that …
After addiction, if you’re lucky, there is recovery – both for you and for your loved one. And if you’re very lucky – and you’ve done the work – you’ve learned how to live one day at a time. Even harder, you may have learned how to be present in every moment. On a Friday …
Once again, I am in a South Florida fellowship hall, invited by my son to attend an AA meeting. Some 80 chairs line the long, narrow room in neat rows. By the time the meeting starts, it’s standing room only. Late-comers sit cross-legged on the floor. I sit in the back, wanting to be invisible, …
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 …
The call came in late afternoon on New Year’s Eve My husband and I were donning warm coats for a walk into town to enjoy fireworks. The counselor had my son in his car. “Lisa,” he said, “your son needs detox. Badly” He put Jacob on the line. I could barely hear him. This was …