The High Dive

Since going sober sixteen months ago, I’ve dreaded Friday nights and the party mindset that comes with the weekend. But recently, I decided to change my perspective. I took my 12-year-old son David to the public pool, and we spent the early evening redefining “Happy Hour.” I joined him on the long twisty-turny slide, and…

How Islam Saved My Life

Fourteen months ago I quit drinking while residing in Abu Dhabi with my family.  Not only was I tired of the cycle of being hungover every morning and craving booze every night, my alcohol use seemed magnified in close proximity to a non-drinking Muslim population. Today, I credit a region of the world that confounds…

The Grapes of My Wrath

Something about our upcoming trip to Italy has been gnawing at me. Obviously the destination is not among our more standard far-flung fare. And we only have one flight to make instead of three or four. Am I longing for a more difficult and distant adventure? You know, like the good old days of last year in Jordan, Egypt and India. Remember when I…