Who Cares?

Sometimes the choice ‘not to care’ seems the most logical.  The struggle with addiction to drugs and all the attendant issues have been part of our family story for over twenty-five years. The cy...

Where Are We Now?

I am not able to read the signs. And I don’t like it! So far, in this Mexican town, I have mastered the signs indicating Alto, Rosarito and Tijuana. Anything else I’m guessing. I prefer...

Not For the Complacent

Advent is not for the complacent or the entitled.  Advent - the four weeks before Christmas - is for those who long for light, for more joy, hope and peace in their lives and for those who antici...

Have I Lost My Ability to Believe?

Caleb, my son, is back in jail. After a three-month “run” on heroin, cocaine and other cocktails, he was picked up on a breach of the conditions of his release. No new charges; only the past with...

What To Do With Hurtful Memories

Grappling with the past is no small matter. For some families, memories are the mortar that binds them together; for others, different interpretations act like the explosive C4, detonating at ina...

Making It Through the Hard Times

People ask: How do you manage to keep (relatively) stable during tough times with the family? The question led to these five axioms. 1. Distinguish Between What I Can Impact or Control From ...

Staying Afloat in Waves of Grief

Twice in four days I turned for a last look, once knowing I would never see her again, the other wondering if this was my last glimpse of him. Two weeks ago Thursday night, my wife Gaye and I saw...