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 …
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 …
In a world that sometimes feels too crowded, there is this: “loneliness” is one of America’s newest plagues. Feelings of isolation can lead to other ailments and even trigger premature death. Addiction loves loneliness, thrives on it. Like an insidious infection, it envelops abusers quickly and lethally – and those around them, too. After that …
My father used to call it a “Chamber of Commerce” event. He always said Mother’s Day was drummed up to boost candy sales and restaurant reservations. Father’s Day, too Growing up I sometimes wondered if he said that to take pressure off my brother and me from digging into our allowance to come up with …
The young man casts his eyes downward. He is seated in a folding chair, one of about twenty that form a large circle in the small church basement. His eyes seem to stare at the slogans pasted on tiny placards resting on the floor. Do others see him, too? He has been here before. He …
If a recovered addict is not in your life, you’re missing out. There was a time when my son said I would be grateful for his addiction – or some such nonsense. I didn’t laugh, but at the time it seemed laughable. He’d had about four months sober. We were sitting at an outdoor coffee …
Even writing the word brings a whisper of calm in a chaotic time. No wonder it opens a prayer that’s the watchword in addiction recovery. God grant me the serenity To accept the things I cannot change The courage to change the things I can And the wisdom to know …