Loving My Neighbor
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...
Comforting Words
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...
No More Bad Days
There are many pitfalls to avoid in addiction recovery. Hanging out on old playgrounds with old playmates, allowing life situations to distract us from what we need to do to stay sober, or, here’s a big one… handling emotions that have been “frozen” for years. What a...