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 – …
Amid the chaos of this world, there is this… Who makes the bed in your household? I’ve always been a bit neurotic about this clearly minor, daily household chore. The bed must be made before I leave the house, let alone head downstairs, no matter the time. There’s something about sweeping a hand across the …
Thirteen years ago when Jacob was home from Florida for a visit, our local treatment center invited him to address the patients. I was invited to join him. Today, this center, Pathways, offers a Family Program for those affected by a loved one’s addiction. It’s a Saturday session to learn more about disease and what …