As a child, I called you Daddy.
As I grew up, it became Dad.
You didn’t often (or hardly ever) say, “I love you son.”
Rather, you showed love.
Often, we regret the things not said.
Or, regret the hurtful things sometimes said.
Before you died, you made amends.
You said the things that needed to be said.
You said, “I love you son!”
“Dedicated to my father, Dominic 10/27/1941 – 11/11/2021”
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How showing up, listening, and sharing in meetings puts all Twelve Steps into practice.
After 37 years, a final goodbye — and a new course toward calmer waters.
Written by, Anonymous When I was high I looked up at the stars Each time I pulled in On that little pipe that got clogged up And then I cleaned it with alcohol Boil it in saltwater Boiling cloves cinnamon and nutmeg to try to cover up the smell Dumping the boiling water in the…
Written by, Michael J Ready? The Universe: “Had enough?” Me: “No.” “How ’bout now?” “No!” “Now?” “NO!” “Now?” “Sh*t, sh*t… No, NO, it’s fine! I’m fine.” “?” “Leave me alone!! I said I’m fine.” “Well?” “F*ck, f*ck, f*ck!!!” “?” “One more.” “?” “Damn it. I’m fine, I can do this. I’ll handle it.” … “Where’d…
Painted By, Jonathan B. Caption: This is an early watercolor painting done around day 30 expressing the excitement of early sobriety, while also acknowledging the reality that living life on life’s terms brings unpredictable weather. Published in A New Leaf – September 2026
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