Twenty years…one day at a time

Twenty years…one day at a time

At some point today, I will travel to Roanoke or Christiansburg to seek out a meeting of fellow travelers who gather on a regular basis to fight a beast. During that gathering, I will speak up. “Hi,” I will say. “My name is Doug and I’m an...
Sixteen years

Sixteen years

Later today, I will enter a meeting room at a church in Roanoke for a gathering of fellow travelers and utter the same nine words that I have said on this date for the past 15 years: “Hi, my name is Doug and I’m an alcoholic.” June 6 is D-Day for the...