As we go through the day we pause when agitated or doubtful, and ask for the right thought or action. Pause. Oh, no. Remember I’m a sprinter? Pauses break my […]
My life wasn’t happy, but I felt like I was in control. For some reason, that made sense to me.
What do you want?
December 31, 2012 Dear Me, I probably know less about you than some people and more than the casual observer, but I do know a few things: You love to […]
Everything was dirty, broken, piled up and rusty. I kept gagging…
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.
During early sobriety it seemed that all the characters around the table except me had a secret password that allowed them to log into a new life of peace and serenity. I’d never seen anything like these hooligans.
The games of Angry Birds and Angry Words are both frustrating and fascinating time drains. Whether you are a wet alcoholic (still drinking) or a dry alcoholic (not drinking or […]
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 […]
What I wanted from the ranch was a secure environment where trouble, when it came, could be handled.
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 […]
When new to recovery it is a good idea to locate some trusted friends. The kind that will not hesitate to call us on our self-absorption, our rationalizing attitudes and […]
* Suddenly, I want to contact people from my past. I’m 57. Looking back on my early years, I know enough now to realize that I must have been very […]
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 […]
During my entire life I asked, “What’s wrong with me?”
A. You accept where you are by facing the reality of your situation. Do you agree that facing reality can be like grieving? I’ve had friends grieve the loss of […]
I am once again focused on self, rather than on those around me.
It’s like someone else has my remote!
Nevertheless, we find that our thinking will, as time passes, be more and more on the plane of inspiration. We come to rely upon it. Page 87 I am so […]
What used to be the hunch or the occasional inspiration becomes a working part of your mind. Being still inexperienced and having just made conscious contact with God, it is […]
We’ve looked at the typical alcoholic motives and asking God to remove them even before praying. It’s early in the morning and our thoughts turn to the activities of the […]
If you take the moth drawn to a flame analogy, I’m drawn to information. If the information is spiritual truth, it lights my path and helps me change. I’m busy […]
“While I’m in this meeting, my disease is out in the parking lot doing push-ups!”
We were both barefooted in a canoe and I could see that Pike had lots of teeth.
I wanted to find some wisdom shared with me by an old Hippie with long blond hair and beard who was from Dubuque, Iowa.
The title came from the fact that I was born on the 4th of July.
I didn’t make any eye-contact with the smokers outside and tried to sneak by …
I don’t like to hurt.
Amos, from Andy Griffith was my definition of an alcoholic.
At one point, I felt so overwhelmed by my desire to be closer to truth, that I just asked God to show me that He cared.
My disease was so hidden that even I didn’t know about it!