Saying a Grace for Gratitude
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 Thank You Note
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
Getting Rid Of Baggage
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
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