In the River of Denial

Everyone thinks they have good taste, are a good driver and have a good sense of humor. I actually do have the first and the last but I’m not in denial that I’m an eh driver. I have however been in denial about other things, trust me. So have you and other parents. Trust me on this too.   Monkeys See No Evil

My children were raised in the most Jesus-filled environment we could muster. This, I assumed, would make them pure individuals by association and osmosis. In the teen years I was so busy watching one son go off the rails of those expectations, that I missed some things with the others. Most certainly I missed a lot of things with everyone. It happens.

With our middle son Ted almost eight years in recovery from alcohol and other drugs, I’ll just let you imagine how much denial I practiced in that situation. We thought the few times we found…

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Nothing is Perfectly Perfect

woman on couchWe bought a fixer-upper condo. “No big deal!” we exclaimed with abandon. “After we do this condo let’s flip more condos!” Yeah, okay, that’s not happening. It’s been five months of fixing up and I’m to the point where my mind needs fixing up. Right off the bat, I know these are what I call Princess Problems aka First World Problems. Stay with me until the moral of the story.…

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Perfectly Satisfied with Imperfection

“In most contexts, being a hard worker committed to excellence is a good thing. A great thing, in fact. For Adam, however, perfectionism isn’t really about working hard and doing his best, it’s about never being satisfied.” — Adam R. Holz, Unplugged Movie Review of  the movie, Burnt.   Ducks in a row photo

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Fun Within the Legal Limit

In February I attended a conference for young people in recovery. I have some, hmmm, what’s another word for overused “amazing”… marvelous images in my head that I’d like to put on a greeting card with the message, “Wish you were here.”Mnypaa blog

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Leaving Ourselves Alone

When Ted was in his dark days I pulled down the shades of my life too.  The phone would ring and I’d shout at it, “Leave me alone!  I’m busy being sad. I just need to be by myself and be so, so sad.”

Close-up of a sad and depressed woman deep in thought outdoors. toned image

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