Today is DAY28AF! This feels big! And important! Where is my Hollywood perfect celebration with confetti, cake and a silly skit? I’ve been looking forward to this day, the little voice in my head cheering me along as it drew closer saying, “YAY! You graduate on Day 28! You will be cured! It will be easy from here on out.” Let me be clear, I did not go … Continue reading Magic 28
The sun rises Liquid golden light wakens the voices in my head They join me, guide me showing me the path Standing in their home I feel a gentle pull Let’s do the closet today I say opening a door One closet leads to another his closet to hers We thought it empty but she’s been there all along Hiding in the cupboard waiting behind … Continue reading VOICES v2
It’s not my fault. I am not broken. I no longer accept that my addiction to alcohol happened because there is something wrong with me, making me different from anyone else. I also do not accept that I have a fatal incurable disease. These are concepts that I’ve run into over the years, especially at AA. They used to make me feel powerless and, to … Continue reading …poison control
My father was a life long Rotarian who lived by the Rotary 4 Way Test. Growing up these four questions were right up there with the 10 Commandments in the way my father raised us and lived his own life personally and professionally. Is it the Truth? Is it Fair to All Concerned? Will it Build Goodwill and Better Friendships Will it be Beneficial to … Continue reading …. rigorous honesty
I love this analogy! Wish I could take credit for it but I cannot – When we stop drinking it’s like we are pregnant and we are giving birth to a new life! Our new life. I am going to hold fast to this image in the days, weeks and months ahead. I’m going to add to it the idea of self-care that I read somewhere else. Just … Continue reading …. 9 months
Our mother was the story keeper of the family. If you ever wanted to know who did what, or who married whom, or where someone lived or went to college, Mom knew. And it wasn’t just her own family tree that she tended, she knew the stories in my father’s family, too. The love stories, the life stories, she knew them all. I mourned so … Continue reading …her voice
Do you ever think, what if? Do you ever imagine the how your life might be different? What if had you turned right instead of left. What if you had talked to that handsome guy a little longer at the Christmas party when you were younger? What if you had truly stopped drinking 984 days ago? What if? If we are wise, and healthy, we … Continue reading …what if?