The Family Disease

In my first twelve-step meeting, everyone kept telling me that addiction is a family disease.  I had no idea what they meant.  Eight years later, as I sat in another meeting that I had volunteered to chair, several people arrived that I did not know from our usual group…

Healing the God of my Understanding

This is one of my heroes.  His name is Greg Boyle, SJ.  He is a priest from Los Angles, CA who started and now runs the largest gang rehabilitation and re-entry program in the world.  I am such a fan that I’ve toured his ‘Homeboy Industries…

Step Three. Made a Decision

The last couple of posts were about steps one and two.  Step one reminds me that I am powerless over many things but most especially over the addictions of others.  I must firmly accept that powerlessness before I can consider reaching for help outside of myself. Step two stresses the…

Step Two. Came to Believe

I used to facilitate an expressive writing class at our county jail.  One of our fun activities involved using something called a story starter.  A story starter is a way to give the writer a place to begin.  I would give each young lady a slip of paper with a…

Step One–Powerlessness

  This morning as I sat in mass, I noticed four sets of parents that I recognized because their kids had gone to school with our kids.  I knew one couple because their son and our oldest son had gone to kindergarten together.  It gave me a warm…

Let’s Talk About Drug Addiction…

    This past week Nashville’s mayor, Megan Barry lost her son to a drug overdose.  Just typing that sentence takes my breath away.  Not because I knew the mayor or her son, but because I know that it could have been me.  I’ve had friends…

Planting Trees

    My mother used to tell me that we don’t plant trees for ourselves.  They are a gift that we leave for future generations. When I posted my last blog, my sister made a comment that encouraged me to keep writing.  She mentioned that we never know…

Keep Pedaling…

  Last year, I completed a manuscript that I’d been working on for a very long time.  There was some initial interest, but it ended with a ‘no, thank you’.  So, I did what all respectable southern women do…I took to my…

Wild Chickens and Me

Paradox is hard to miss here. It forces me to pay attention.  Modern high-end resorts sit next to the ravages that Ivan left behind back in 2004.   The lovely beaches, I expected.  The flood of childhood memories was a surprise. Chickens are everywhere.  They announce the sunrise to all…

Hypnosis…Really?

“You are getting very sleepy…” A long chain holding a pendulum swings back and fourth.  Someone speaks in slow, monotone sentences, inducing a “coma-esque” state in the person (subject) that sits watching and listening.  The subject is unaware of the present moment, but can…