The Last Supper: Redemption in the Middle East

While Allan made chicken soup, I played the card game “Go Fish” with David as Sky News Television reported the day’s events: Saudi Arabia bombing rebels in neighboring Yemen. We were acting like a normal family on the evening of March 27, 2015, even though nothing was normal. A regular night would have entailed booze…

Arms and the Woman

In eight years of hardcore writing, I’ve probably amassed several thousands pages of content. But only a few hundred have amounted to anything. The process of choosing words to shape selected stories from my head is, in itself, very telling. And never before has that been more clear than with my latest project, The Octopus Club. As I laid down these particular 50,000…

The Yearling

In six weeks, I will have been sober for 365 days. These ten-and-a-half months easily count among the most difficult times of my life. Being in recovery is a reckoning.  Note the use of the present-continuous form of that verb. I haven’t quit drinking. I am always quitting. I am not all better. I am getting better. I’m not reborn….