Fear is like a bondage created by self.
Fears include the things that make me anxious, the things I dread and those that I worry about…
Expectations and emotional baggage made the issue inevitable….
…another opportunity to grow, to become loving and humble like Henry, my dog.
“A good fight first thing in the morning gets my blood going!”
Need to clear up the past with someone?
The way out was to get a clue! I thought I was supposed to be in charge of my own life, so I was.
I don’t understand the intricate workings of denial, but I’m at the same time, well-acquainted with it.
A guide, a mentor, a friend, a BB Nazi… so many choices!
What do you mean, alcoholic?
What do you want?
There are many ways to lose yourself, many different paths promising a sense of euphoria, comfort or peace. They’re usually some form of spree…
You don’t have to be an addict or even know one to take the 12 Steps
I’ve got several phrases that help me.
If this had been an actual emergency…
Pick up a broom and give it a whirl!
We are sure God wants us to be happy, joyous and free.
A month into Al-Anon I find that I am losing my job.
Take a good look at anything that riles you. What are your pet peeves?
Step 3 is not the action of turning our will and lives over, it’s deciding to do so. Let’s get specific. Which decision making elements do you usually use?
There is something in me that rebels against familiar authoritarianism. Do I really want someone else to tell me what to think again? I hope not.
It’s 12 Steps, not 2. The Old Timers I love and respect are those who have serenity gained from taking all 12 and continuing to live in the principles.
Peace started for me during Step One when I admitted I was not all-powerful; that alcohol had me by the throat!
Hemma! Hemma! That’s what my brother and I used to yell when we wanted folks to hurry up. We used it with our friends at a time when other people […]
Step 5: Admitted to God, to ourselves, and to another human being the exact nature of our wrongs. ~ AA p 59 Whenever I think about this step I flashback […]
In the Summer of 2008 I was sitting in a chapel beside a stain glass window that shed golden tones over my face, my hair and my hands clasped in […]
I don’t think it matters whether your life path winds between empty bottles, baggies and syringes or is decorated by framed degrees and certificates of completion—or both. The message of […]
When I first got sober, and was recognizing my character defects of Step 4, one of the other women told me, You don’t have to put on a sandwich board […]
It’s like someone else has my remote!
We were both barefooted in a canoe and I could see that Pike had lots of teeth.