Letting go of the Trump in all of us
My need to let go is endless. Last Friday after a 12 hour work day I go to a meeting...
How selfish roots bore happy fruits
I am selfish by nature. While I’ve read and believe this is at the root of alcoholism, I’ve become convinced...
Leap day proves we live on God’s time
Just when we believe that civilization has properly ordered the universe, in comes February 29. That one day every...
Feeling Twittery?
I am now in my second month as a tweeter. 100 months sober to my 1 month on twitter, I’ve...
My recovery’s constant crossroads
Armand’s post Another Way To Look At Step 10 prompts us in recovery to stay persistent in our program. In...
My first first step
I remember the moment of my first admission. I never so much as joked about being alcoholic until that day,...
What one day at a time means to me
The gracious Nicola published a poem I wrote called “One Day at a Time” on her lovely site. I saw...
A sober alcoholic walks into a pizza place…
She ordered our 18’’ Flippin Pizza. Sitting down, we reached for our phones with a reflexive action, like a knee-jerk...
Lent
I broke my Lenten promise at 9:30 a.m. today, Ash Wednesday. Oops. For all you addicts reading this, you will...
How I Freed my Elephant
I never spent much time imagining what life would be like sober. It was a given that people drank. All...
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