This is my last column for a while as I embark on another book-writing adventure. I hope to return to these pages at some point in the future, possibly with a question-and-answer column.
I’ll never forget the moment in Walla Walla’s Green Gables Bed and Breakfast, when William Cope Moyers and I were struggling to find a way to end his memoir, a book we’d been working on for almost three years.
At Trilogy Recovery Community, to quote poet Robert Frost, we “go to school the youth to learn the future.”
In a world where addiction is associated with “abuse” and addicts are often depicted as morally depraved, physically unfit and mentally unsound, it’s not difficult to figure out why addicted people — and their family members — are in denial.
I can’t tell you how many times I’ve heard people ask this question of recovering alcoholics: “Are you sure you’re an alcoholic?”
Not so very long ago I met with a group of 9- to 12-year-old children at Trilogy Recovery Community. Trilogy offers a support group for young children involved with dependency cases. Alcohol and other drugs have ripped their families apart, and it helps them to talk openly and honestly with other kids and caring adults.
Ernesto is 17. A few months ago he participated in a recovery support group at the Juvenile Justice Center.
We’ve all heard about “the high-functioning alcoholic.” They don’t look like they have a serious, potentially fatal disease.
‘This guy has a huge heart.”
The day before Mother’s Day, just a few weeks ago, I got a phone call from an old friend.