All it takes to prove my online humanity is simple arithmetic or knowing the alphabet. Before the holidays I stood in front of rows of crosses draped with purple ribbons. Each representing a person in Butler County who died from … Continue reading →
Facebook never fails to feed fodder. A community wants to give Narcan to every citizen to use as needed. Will you take it? Will you use it? Are you willing to save a life? The answers? Yes’s. Lots of no’s. … Continue reading →
Days slowly blended into weeks and molded into months. Twelve months. The year of sobriety. The memory of one day a year ago vivid. I can taste it. The rotten bitter fruit of that day. My coat of armor shielded cracks … Continue reading →
Facebook is the clubhouse for passive-aggressive postings. The underhand punch and jab. I stopped following my son’s wife for such postings that seemed directed at him after a fight or a jab in our direction for addiction. The type of … Continue reading →
A couple of nights ago my daughter told me about a death of someone sponsored in recovery by her friend. She had read of the death on Facebook. The man was 41, probably much younger on my standards than hers. I asked if it was an OD. She said, “Probably.” He had a long struggle.
This is not the first death she has shared in the year she has been back from Lancaster. It’s troubling to me when she shares these deaths of friends or acquaintances her age. They have lost the struggle, her struggle. There is sometimes little sympathy for those who have lost this particular life struggle. But everyone is someone’s child, someone’s sibling, someone’s grandchild, someone’s friend, someone’s classmate. They are someone important. They are loved by someone. They will be missed.
A few months ago, my husband sent me a text saying he knew our family’s problems wouldn’t go away anytime soon. He’d be there as he could. He left me in charge. I’m accustomed to being left in charge, and … Continue reading →
I created this blog in August 2015 after writing a few posts on Facebook in the aftermath of Jacob’s conviction mid-July that year. I didn’t know what I was doing or how cathartic it would be. Silence would have been … Continue reading →
I glanced over at a book on my lamp table, Perseverance by Margaret J. Wheatley. I think I bought this book months ago at the Staghorn Home & Garden Cafe (http://www.staghorngardencafe.com/) in Greenfield. I have not read it yet, which makes it … Continue reading →
My husband and I had never witnessed someone in withdrawal. By the time we visited Cary in rehab before, she had been detoxed. But now she was trying to do it on her own with the help of outpatient therapy. … Continue reading →
My husband recently said, “Don’t love our daughter to death.” I responded, “You can’t love somebody to death.” Can you? He did not explain, and I thought he meant not to enable her to return to drug use. We were … Continue reading →