When I attended my first Al‑Anon meeting, I was in a state of desperation, looking for a way to “fix” my son, the alcoholic. I didn’t know anyone at that meeting. Nevertheless, some members greeted me warmly, made sure I had a seat, and loaned me a book. The group read a welcome message and …
I was not affected by alcoholism, even though I grew up in it. At least, that is what I thought at the time. When my mom went into rehab during my senior year of high school, I thought joyfully, “problem solved! Thank goodness that is over!” But it wasn’t over. Twenty years later, my relationship …
I remember seeing sun beams through the trees and feeling a gentle breeze that was lapping small waves across the water. It was so peaceful. But as I sat on that porch looking at the scene before me, I could also hear my husband’s voice in crisis on the phone in my ear. He was …
