Releasing what was never mine to control; Embracing what is mine to enjoy.
“Acceptance was the answer,” was the Chapter’s title so many told me to read. (page 407) But what was the question? Over the years many questions popped up because of choices my drinking enabled. At twenty-three, I asked my reflection
A Lot Overcomes me! On any given day, a lot can feel like it overcomes me! Senior citizenship, relationships, etc! On those days I am overcome with gratitude that whatever else is troubling me, figuring out how to safely drink
I can’t pinpoint the moment when it dawned on me, but it was an A-HA! moment that changed my prayer life. That moment was momentous, when I realized other people, different places or more or less things would not
Reasons may abound for our not feeling the Holiday spirit yet. I am often the author of the HUMBUG that wafts through my brain by letting a few expectations morph into . . . demands. And I know better! (Falling
Better Boundaries Setting boundaries is a [recommended] way of minimizing conflict with most people, some things and most places. I love the idea of have a zone of peace that’s based on a healthy respect for what I perceive others
Saying a Grace Growing up, a grace we said before a meal was “For that which we are about to receive, make us truly grateful.” Of course, that seemed simple enough when I knew a plate of tasty food followed.
A Note Here’s a thank-you note to a British mystery — Every once in awhile art accurately reflects the hell addiction is. Watching a character in new series Karen Pirie spiral through decades of drinking and drugging, I connected with
I wanted to get rid of the mental and emotional baggage that kept me from enjoying my drinking. But I had no tools. I really thought I could find an easier softer way to avoid the snares that had caught others
Somedays choosing purpose for the day, and choosing praise in some of the circumstances that are today, can feel like pushing through asphalt. Choosing Purpose Perusing the latest GRAPEVINE I found two letters to the editor that revived my sense