Category Archives: Sobriety

Passings and Epilogues

Facebook Twitter Google+ LinkedIn Yet again, death has struck a member of my family — my cousin Amy, at 46. Death has visited our family all too frequently and all too early. My father died at 45, brother Steve at 59, brother Kevin at 62.  We are a family of unfinished stories. Death leaves its mark when it comes unexpected and early. So many unspoken … Continue reading Passings and Epilogues »

A Path to Serenity

Facebook Twitter Google+ LinkedIn     My stumbling block in early life was that I didn’t like living with questions.  Not at all.  In my world answers were the thing.  Whether they were right or not was, to me, not the most important thing.  What counted was that I had an answer to every question. All that changed one night in 1985 while sharing a … Continue reading A Path to Serenity »

When Doubt is an Ally

Facebook Twitter Google+ LinkedIn “Doubt grows with knowledge.”  ~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe Today we hear many voices speak with the ring of dogmatic certainty, where the ugliest of ugly thoughts are hurled out to every time zone.  I find myself asking, how can so many be so sure of so much? Socrates once observed, “I know that I don’t know.  But you don’t know what … Continue reading When Doubt is an Ally »


Facebook Twitter Google+ LinkedIn   “Pain insists upon being attended to. God whispers to us in our pleasures, speaks in our consciences, but shouts in our pains. It is his megaphone to rouse a deaf world.” ― C.S. Lewis A parent’s relationship to pain cannot help but be passed on to their children.  Like many of you, my mother’s complicated relationship with pain was passed … Continue reading Pain »

On Being Special (by Eileen)

Facebook Twitter Google+ LinkedIn Some people are sadly burdened with having been told they are worthless.  I have the opposite problem. From an early age, I was told I was special.  A precocious and reflective child, who read four years above my grade level, I was “superior” to others my age.  My dad says I wasn’t really ever a child. I was a small adult. … Continue reading On Being Special (by Eileen) »