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...
Bankole Johnson is a corporate shill

Bankole Johnson is a corporate shill

The short biography of a University of Virginia egghead who wrote a diatribe against rehab in general and Alcoholics Anonymous in particular — in an op-ed that appeared in The Roanoke Times and other newspapers recently — tells us all we need to know about...
Rakes Mill Pond and solitude

Rakes Mill Pond and solitude

Rakes Mill Pond on The Blue Ridge Parkway was one of  my favorite hangout spots in high school. Rocky Knob overlook was where kids in my era parked and made out but Rakes Mill Pond was where I went to think, reflect and ponder the future. One of my early high school...