Recovery. Sobriety. Living Wise.
Sometimes a childhood event can become so defining that it is replayed a thousand times over the course of our life, reminding us of what we already know but somehow choose not to remember. Let me share one such moment with you. I grew up on a street that bordered a gully that we knew as Wolf Creek Ravine. I crossed the bridge over this … Continue reading Descent Into Fear
These long days of self-confinement have provided us opportunities to find new ways to bolster our spirits. One way I found has been in reaching out to old friends. One old friend of mine who’s brought a little light into my darkness has been Mark Pearson, a fraternity brother from my time at the University of Washington. Mark was a man who kept his own … Continue reading As Healthy As Our Stories (by Mark)
I’m stunned at the storming of the U.S. Capitol. it was an event so outrageous, so evil, so destructive, that it defies description. What has made it even more maddening for me is trying to say what it was really about, I mean really about. To answer that question I’ve had to explore my own history. I was 12 years old when John Kennedy was … Continue reading An Inaugural Address for the Ages
Last summer while on our evening walk Marsha and I were confronted by a frightened middle-aged man who warned us of a roving band of homeless people headed toward the park near our home, and aiming to set up camp there. The man was insistent and seemed to need for us to acknowledge the impending danger. In the mode of Paul Revere, it’s as though he … Continue reading When Make Believe Is Dangerous
Every now and again I like to revisit posts from the past to see how they might speak to the present moment. This post speaks louder to me now than when it was first published in 2017. I hope it speaks to you as well. This past year I’ve found myself struggling, yet again, with questions of why we treat each with contempt, indifference and … Continue reading Surviving in the Moment