Fate or Fortune

It’s mysterious to me how I discovered the rooms of Alcoholics Anonymous. Nobody in my immediate family is in the Fellowship. I was given a Big Book by an Aunty some years ago, she obviously saw the traits of active alcoholism raging in me. The book remained on the window sill gathering dust, full of

4 Going On 40

Four years of sobriety and approaching forty years of age on planet Earth. I feel naive, vulnerable and fearful of a world I perused through an alcoholic lens. In one respect I’m trailblazing in an exciting landscape beset with wonder and intrigue. However, there’s always a sinister presence skulking in the shadows. Maybe it’s something

Why? What? How?

I used to think it was the evil that kept some of my extended family members alive for so long. Ignorance can keep an individual sustained for a lifetime. However, ignorance didn’t serve me well. What is life if it is not being surrounded by love and the warmth of relationships and learning how we