23 years…one day at a time

23 years…one day at a time

Today, as I have done on June 6 of the 22 previous years, I will face a group of people — some that I know, others I have not seen for a while and still others I’m meeting for the first time — and I will say, in a clear, unhesitating voice: “My...
Dealing with the beast of booze

Dealing with the beast of booze

As readers and friends should know, I live with a beast — a ravaging monster called booze. I’m a recovering alcoholic — sober for 21 years, six months and 23 days (as of Friday, January 29, 2015).  But the beast still lives in my life and tempts me...
I am who I am

I am who I am

Someone who doesn’t know me posted on Facebook Saturday that I must be jealous of someone else because I had some fun online with that person about his political observations. As noted, the one who claims I was jealous doesn’t know me. I find it disturbing...
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...