The stuff that dreams are made of …

My son texted me from Mexico a little while ago. Nothing wrong, nothing special going on ... just a check-in hi and "I love you, mom" text. I don't even wonder if he is feeling guilty about something anymore.My daughter called out of the blue tonight, just to gab. Nothing tragic or major going on…

Can we change?

I am from an alcoholic home and married to a drug addict who does not use recreational drugs (and has not for more than a quarter century). We understand our propensity for addictive behaviors. Once upon a time we had a chronic spending problem. Me, mostly. M was my enabler, in that he never said…