Ginny is a 30-year-old realtor. She says she dates constantly, but she can never seem to find the right partner. She says, “I’m online all the time. I’ve got profiles on every dating and hookup app that’s out there. I even joined JDate, even though I’m not Jewish. Honestly, if I meet the right guy,
“How old are you? The eight-year-old boy in the swimming pool asked my nephew, Kevin. “Five.” said Kevin, “but I’m closer to eight.” “Duh, if you’re five, you’re not closer to eight.” the older boy scoffed. “Well, I’m closer to eight than I am to one.” said Kevin, adding, “And I don’t mean to hurt
You’re in a recovery program, perhaps working the steps. You’ve checked your list and crossed off the names of people you’ve made amends to. Things are going well and then your eyes fix on your fingers. They’re bitten to the quick nubby and sore. Your cuticles look destroyed and torn and you even spot a scab of dried blood. Crap
What is the difference between striving and thriving? The general understanding of the words is the difference between making strenuous effort and flourishing. To me it is the difference between getting clean and recovering. Both efforts are important. One got me to the gift of desperation; the other keeps me on my road to restoring my
Recently we carried an article talking about a Live Virtual Town Hall Experience, Courtesy of InTheRooms.com where The White House Director of National Drug Control Policy, Michael Botticelli would make a live appearance for a questions and answer forum, hosted by Tommy Rosen. It took place on Monday Night 6th June and we at The
Paul is a 27-year-old cable TV installer with a long-term girlfriend living in a nearby city. They’ve been dating for two years, and he finds her extremely attractive. However, he struggles to perform with her in bed. He says this has been an ongoing issue, almost from the beginning of their relationship. A year
ADDICTION. The only DISEASE you are punished for having. Those who have no clue shout, “let them die. Narcan is wasted on an addict” and my favorite ” Thin the herd.” Let’s remember, many of those hated people, those who are thought of as disposable and a waste to save, are sons, daughters, fathers and
“Happy Hour” has a complicated history of origin, but regardless of who and how (The French or the American Navy) there was a collective awareness that at a certain time of the day between 3-7 p.m. people are at the end of their will power. The end of their blood sugar. The end of working hard.
In a passion that could cook skin, Like knuckle-eyed Death at the door, The wild wind whipped Round the blind corner. I heard the footfall, A stranger in pursuit. I looked back and saw A well-lit mirror, An open-window-stare. Heard some phone Call in the night. A cry, a
I was the PTO mom, the carpool mom, the Brownie leader. We ate family dinners at the table, taught our children manners and took family vacations. My husband and I were blessed to have very good jobs. My daughter, Brittany, the beautiful girl in the photo, was the honor roll student, the volunteer at the