When addiction first crept into our household 11 years ago, I started keeping a journal. Retreating to clean white paper became my refuge. The blank pages stared back, non-judgmental and welcoming. On their unvarnished surface I poured out my anguish, fear, confusion and shame. It was the only place – until many years later – …
The very words fill me with dread. This month high school seniors clad in caps and gowns walk across stages. And afterwards, they take off for their first flight of freedom: Beach Week. The scene hurtles me back to a buried memory. It was June, eighteen years ago. The morning after Jacob’s graduation I smiled …
Rewarding is probably the wrong word But it is rewarding – and certainly positive – to watch people grow in their recovery. For example – the couple whose adult son has been drinking and using drugs off and on for years. The son is in his forties. Recently he checked himself into a rehab center …