Image credit: Art by [ Leah ] on Flickr Licensed under Creative Commons My husband Mark and I may be spending too much time talking about issues related to addiction and recovery, as it has lead to a series of double takes in recent years... A friend told me that a computer geek she works [...]
Posts under ‘words’
My God Is
Image credit: Photo by jam343 on Flickr Licensed under Creative Commons When I first started blogging, a little over two years ago, "God" was not part of my spirituality. The word still smacked of the old school God of my youth: that wrathful, angry-looking old white guy on the Sistine Chapel roof. I was hated [...]
Finding Beautiful
Image credit: Photo by litmuse on Flickr Licensed under Creative Commons When Mark and I were at the very beginning of our relationship, moving from a flirtatious friendship into love, he signed off some early little love note "a thousand ships for my beautiful." Now who was I to resist a suave Helen of Troy [...]
The Hardest Words
Image credit: Photo by Bekah Stargazing on Flickr Licensed under Creative Commons My son Austen, like many other autistic individuals, does not like (or understand the purpose of) many of society's little pleasantries. He balks at words like hello, goodbye, please, sorry and thank you; anything that can appear in a conversation as part of [...]
Defining Ourselves as Codependents in Recovery
Image credit: Photo by Éole on Flickr Licensed under Creative Commons In a recent business meeting at my COSA group, we gathered to discuss a possible change in our meeting script. The script had been adapted from scripts from other meetings, including meetings for addicts, and contained a portion where we have a moment of [...]
Digging Out
This image is copyrighted. All rights reserved. As of this moment, I have a backlog of 283 messages (and 608 Google Alerts) in my e-mail inbox. (Maybe there's one there from you!) So, I've decided that rather than writing today, I'm going to try to dig through at least some of that virtual clutter. While [...]
Dirty Words
Photo credit: Photo bychristopherdale on Flickr When I was younger, my best friend Vickie and I used to hide under the stairs in the basement of my house and whisper curse words to each other in an elementary school act of defiance. "Asshole," I would say, and giggle. "Shit," she would whisper back, covering her [...]




