Who I Am
I am who I am . . . and that makes me valuable; not what I do, the meditation book counseled. In the context of the book, I am recovering from complexities of alcoholism, from its presence in my family
Letting Go and Holding Tight
Choosing a Name When the name for this blog , Letting Go and Holding Tight, first came to me, we were living in Dallas – having moved there for family business. I was far away from our familiar support networks:
Faith in A Power Whose Strength is Personal Kindness
COVID-19 has changed so much, revealing how weak, wobbly, and wandering my faith in a power greater than me. (Step Two) Cut off from so much that is familiar in recovery, will that Power do more for me than restore
Fortune Cookies and Their Dumb Fortunes
The recovering English major in me hates fortune cookies’ proverbs; the recovering alcoholic I am however appreciates the goad. For example, I cracked open my cookie and read No, it is not — Life is a noun! Life is a blessed
January 1 and Its Miracles, Changes and Choices
The freshness of January 1 delights me — no matter if the weather is drippy, gray and bone chilling – which is our forecast. Because I know that shortly life will be back to the same-old-same-old, the meditation from The
An AA Anniversary — Who’s Counting?
I am coming up on an anniversary of the day was I finally ready to stop drinking. It’s been a while since that day – but not so long I can’t remember how I felt when I went to my
Some GOOD News That Just Gets Better
Some Good News I’m happy to pass along some good news. Serenity Vistas published info worth celebrating: Sober Celebrities. It is impressive to see how many talented, famous people enjoy their sobriety; how they have flourished in it, and are
Accusations, Apologies on Thanksgiving this Year
An Ugly Reality The accusations of gross conduct abound, as do the apologies and denials. Do their numbers startle anyone? People I admire have been accused of dumb and desperate acts, and apologized! And yes, sometimes booze involved . .
Suspended — Praise GOD I Didn’t Wake Up Dead!
Suspended by a Silken Thread — Praise God I Didn’t Wake Up Dead Just a few corners I remember, I could have rounded and lost my life, my sanity, or my freedom. Expletive deleted! I was dumb! But no