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It’s been a couple of months since my last post, and I’ve felt somewhat guilty about that. I could offer any one of a number of excuses, but the truth is that things weren’t really going “my way,” and therefore … Continue reading
Yearly Archives: 2016
Recovery is… To bring back. To make good. To recapture. To salvage. To rescue. To restore. September is National Recovery Month and all of these things—and more—come to mind when I think of my own recovery from alcohol addiction. Becoming … Continue reading
Something recently happened that convinced me that somehow without realizing it. I’ve assimilated into the area in which I’ve lived for the past eight years. Never in my wildest dreams did I think that I would ever live in Kentucky, … Continue reading
I’ve been giving a lot of thought to the birthday I’m celebrating this month—62. In many ways, I can’t believe it. When I was a kid, 62 sounded SO OLD and I never thought I’d get there, especially since my … Continue reading
We just got back from four days of camping with two of our grandkids and, according to my fitbit, I logged way more than the daily recommended 10,000 steps just being active with them than I do when I go … Continue reading
Those who do not recover are people who cannot or will not completely give themselves to this simple program, usually men and women who are constitutionally incapable of being honest with themselves…They are naturally incapable of grasping and developing a … Continue reading
If ever there was a metaphor for my life right now, it came by way of an expandable metal drying rack. Our RV has washer/dryer combo unit in which the unit automatically begins drying when the laundering is finished. Because … Continue reading
I can always count on my daughter to bring to light topics I would otherwise be oblivious to. Just the other night, while watching my grandson’s baseball game, she leaned back and murmured, “I was going to post this on … Continue reading
I’ve got a peaceful, easy feeling, I know you won’t let me down. ‘Cause I’m already standing on the ground. – written by Jack Tempchin (and recorded by The Eagles) They say you can never go home again, and maybe … Continue reading
My good friend Carol mused recently that she saw a little bit of Alexander Hamilton in my writing after reading the latest installment of My Private Life (MPL), saying that I write my way out of situations like he did. … Continue reading