The topic was forgiveness, and I wondered how long it would take before it took off in another direction. I didn’t have to wait long. I’d been down this road many times before. In fact, in all my years of recovery groups, only once had I heard something drastically...

There he was, again, walking down the street. Crazy-looking. Dirty. And talking to himself. As I drove past Corey* I wondered where he was going. Then I wondered where he was sleeping. Or if he was getting enough food to survive. Corey has struggled with sobriety for...

I have never felt comfortable at funerals. Perhaps no one does—unless they work in the funeral home. For me, funerals were always difficult occasions to attend, even before I started drinking. I had avoided them at all costs because of those awful feelings of...