come on, i lean.

I’m getting down on my home group.  In the scant six years I’ve been attending, the fifteen man/woman roster has Continue reading →

disarming myself.

What chance is there for a happy day when I wake up to the fact that I’m not happy?  My Continue reading →

just for today I will be happy. Honest.

Truth in a tiny lamination.  A portrait-oriented, business card-sized bookmark I received at a meeting by someone handing them out.  Continue reading →

am I talking to me?

Boil away everything presented in the program and you’re left with this truth at its core:  one drunk talking to Continue reading →

before the fact.

My biggest fear?  That everything will go the way I want, that I’ll get everything I desire, that I’ll be Continue reading →

tough to stay awake.

How many revelations will it take before I change for the better, for good?  I hear something profound in a meeting, Continue reading →

showing, not telling.

That’s the living amends in a nutshell, right?  Show, don’t tell.  Everyone has grown extremely tired of the telling; now Continue reading →

there’s letting things pass and then there’s letting things go.

I can let things pass all day long.  And before that sounds like a shortcoming, or maybe a brag, I Continue reading →