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Acquainted

  I too have been acquainted with the night Sitting on the sofa in the dim light Of 3 am, bottle in hand with glass Always somehow empty no matter how fast I move to fill it, praying that the sun Will not rise – morning left undone. Alone in the dark forever, out of sight, I too have been acquainted with the night

Attention: The Currency of Relationship

  Attention: The Currency of Relationship Pay your bills, pay your taxes   P ay your tithe, pay for masses     Pay the rent, pay the landlord       Pay it back, pay it forward         Pay your fine, pay the piper           Pay your way, pay the driver             Pay for ads, pay for mentions               Pay for sins,                               Pay ATTENTION! Attention is the price for all relationship. “Ignore this at your peril,” I heard the cuckoo quip                         ...

The Crease in the Car

  The Crease in the Car 12/15/22 There is a crease in both passenger side doors of my car. Not a bad crease - the doors are both fully functional - but enough to require an expensive trip to the body shop and a claim on my auto insurance. It looks suspiciously like I was sideswiped in a parking lot: some incompetent mom in a Ford Excursion swung wide into a parking space while talking on her cell phone and missed by “just a little”. I might not have even noticed it at first. I approach the car from the driver’s side and walk away with my back turned. The next time I would even have seen the passenger side of the vehicle would have been the next morning approaching it as I came out of the house. The lady at the insurance agency asked me if the car was moving or stationary when the accident occurred. How convenient to say, “Parked in the lot at Redners while I was in the store,” clearly stationary, and me not the active agent in the mishap. What an easy story to tell: plausible, ...

From an Alcoholic to His Children

  July 27,2022 I am an alcoholic. Try as we might to avoid this conclusion, which is often obvious to those around us long before we are able to admit it, in the end the downward spiral makes it clear to even the most reticent of us:   I am an alcoholic. Alcoholism is a disease. It is becoming increasingly clear that its basis is fundamentally genetic. It may be that environmental events are needed to trigger the manifestation of alcoholism as unmanageable drunkenness, but the underlying cause is genetic. In the alcoholic something is missing in the dopamine feedback loop that would allow one to stop after enough of a good thing. Take one drink and there is no “off” switch. The addictive personality can struggle with a similar reaction to many other simple pleasures. I often like to say that Goldfish are a gateway cracker: eat one and you’re soon living in a box of Cheezits. And really, who can eat just one potato chip? But the problem is much worse in the case of alcohol b...