What is detachment? How do I see myself as the “controller”? What makes me think that worrying will produce any positive results? I’m starting to learn and practice the art of detachment.
Just a short poem I wrote for my father. Fighting alcoholism. Who is really fighting? Me or him? Some days I have my doubts as to who wants the sobriety more.
It’s been awhile since I wrote last. I thought there would be some ‘fireworks’ over Labor Day weekend while visiting my parents, but things were pretty low key. As a matter of fact, I think I enjoyed most of it and here’s why…
My dad had wanted some of his friends to come over and play [...]