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...

The spirits and prayer (Caleb)

In spite of where I am and the position I’ve put myself in I feel optimistic about my life.  ​Sometimes it’s hard, but because of my understanding of the Medicine Path, I can navigate situat...

The Net Was Not There (Caleb)

I bear the primary responsibility for my actions. During my last relapse, it was I who left the recovery house. I picked up drugs at 4 am. I didn’t fight for myself. But recovery is not just a ma...

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 ...

If I relapse…. (Caleb)

Caleb was released into a native recovery house the middle of May. I talked with him by phone on May 16th. He sounded positive and happy. When Gaye and I arrived home from vacation nine days late...