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…

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….

50 Days to 50

Fifty days until I’m 50! Okay, so it’s only 39 days until I turn 50 but I intended to write this post a week and a half ago. The world changed in that window of time, as did my mind about what is worth saying. When I think back on my five decades, and all that I have witnessed…