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Sometimes it is the immediacy of the moment's emotions that demands this space, and that's what spills forth right now. The best I can do is just lay it out; if I think too hard, I'll bury it in a neat and tidy column, and you won't know what I'm …Read more.
Vigilance: A Mouthful
Suddenly, I'm enamored with going to the dentist. I even welcome his prying at my teeth and poking into my gums, which need repair. Bring it on, I say. Except when he's got his tools in my mouth propped wide-open. Then I utter nothing.
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My Hero Mel, Twice
It's not often any of us can claim one hero twice in our lives, and for different reasons.
In my life, that's Mel Schulstad. He died this month. He was 93. This past week, I had the honor of offering a eulogy at his memorial service in Everett, Wash.…Read more.
Back at Me
My most memorable moment with a boomerang as a kid was tossing it in defiance of the large plate-glass window across the street from where I was standing. Mine clearly was not designed for sport; those, if thrown properly, return to the thrower, at …Read more.
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Do You Need Help?Writer's block isn't uncommon when a weekly column is required 50 times a year on a tight deadline. In these instances, I've learned to let the readers write for me. Via my Facebook page: My name is Denise, and though you don't know me, I hope you can help me. My brother, Frank, is an addict, and I don't know what to do. He needs help, and without it, he will die. In fact, I don't think he has much time left. My parents are in denial. His wife — well, that's another story. My other siblings, though concerned and loving, haven't made a move to do anything. I don't have the money or resources to help him myself. He has health insurance through his wife's company, but his business is going under and he is close to broke. I myself have a family, including two toddlers, who take up most of my time — that is, when I am not at my full-time job. Where do I begin to help him? He cannot do this on his own. My understanding is that he takes Adderall for his attention-deficit disorder but is also using crack. We just had a party for our parents' 50th wedding anniversary. The only way I can describe my brother's appearance at the party is half-dead. His pallor is gray, not even close to a natural skin color. The saddest part of all is that he is the kindest, sweetest soul but he is lost. I want my brother back. I need to save him. I cannot lose him. Please help me. I apologize for my desperation, but I am at my wits' end with nowhere to go. Thank you. — Denise D., New Jersey I offered Denise this advice: You begin by asking him whether he needs or wants help. Shame and stigma, I told her, are usually the most formidable obstacles confronting an addict who is trying to stop. So she did and got back to me right away: Mr.
Thank you, Denise. I couldn't have put it any better if I'd written it myself. William Moyers is the vice president of foundation relations for the Hazelden Foundation and the author of "Broken," his best-selling memoirs, and "A New Day, A New Life." Please send your questions to William Moyers at wmoyers@hazelden.org. To find out more about William Moyers and read his past columns, visit the Creators Syndicate Web page at www.creators.com. COPYRIGHT 2010 CREATORS.COM
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