Hope, I think, is a vastly underrated commodity. We feel it and don’t recognize it. We believe in it but don’t acknowledge it. We depend on it but take it for granted. It gives us comfort in the dark of night, and the strength to go on when we feel we have no more left…

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As the cascade of coronavirus news continues to wash over me like white caps on a storm-tossed ocean, I don’t know what to feel. Watching the news out of Seattle … out of California … out of Italy … it feels like we’re all in lifeboats floating away from a rapidly sinking vessel, but instead…

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Everybody’s losing their minds about the Coronavirus, and I’m over here thinking about this old wheelbarrow. I don’t mean to downplay any alarm over COVID-19. Clearly, it’s causing a good deal of concern here at Cornerstone of Recovery and Stepping Stone to Recovery, and for good reason. After all, we look at what’s going on…

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The rain was slowly transitioning on Thursday morning as we finished up spiritual, arms around each other as we recited the Serenity Prayer. By this point, even the new guy recites it with the certainty of memory and the fervency of belief. He’s struggling to stay in the moment, the scurrying rats of niggling insurance…

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Maybe it’s because this week’s cold days and gray skies have me longing for summers on the sand, but I’ve been thinking a lot about the ocean this week. Specifically, about surfing. I’ve never been and probably couldn’t do it even if I tried, but it looks like a sport that’s breathtaking, if you’re a…

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