Sister Loretta Rose


Brick from St. Peter and Paul Grade School

Through Facebook, I tangentially keep up with the news from the grade school from which I graduated in 1966.  None of my classmates from that year like the page, but some of the last names are familiar and I assume to be their siblings.  Through the FB page, I learned that the school had been torn down a few years ago, nothing but a small pile of bricks left for the sentimental such as myself.

A couple of days ago on FB, a woman says she was thinking about my 6th grade teacher – Sister Loretta Rose.  The woman said she knew that she had changed her name to Sister Margaret Zureick – and what’s that all about, new identities, life phases, etc.?


Sister Margaret Zureick

So the woman does some sleuthing and locates this nun who ministers at the St. Joseph the Worker Mission in Elk Horn City, Kentucky.  Here is a youtube link about the place.  That all got me to thinking about a few things.

  • If you do the math, the former Sister Loretta Rose was in her mid-20s and I was maybe 11 when she was my 6th grade teacher.  I always thought of the nuns as being so old.  In fact, looking back with over 50 years hindsight, we are much more of the same generation, nearly peers.
  • Within 10 years of my graduating from the school, Sister Loretta Rose gave up the teaching gig and plopped herself into the economically devastated coal fields of eastern Kentucky.  In fact, the urban blue-collar area of southwest Ohio in which I was raised was, and still is, largely a migrant Appalachian community.
  • To a certain extent, Sister Margaret Zureick and I ended up in a similar places – she in Appalachia, myself in an underserved African-American community in Memphis, supplemented with my  now regular gigs to the impoverished regions of the Peruvian Andes.
  • I have taken a bunch of detours along the way.  By the 6th grade, I experienced the freedom that alcohol brought from my childhood depression and angst.  I bounced all over the country with my self-will run riot leading the way on a path of destruction for nearly two decades until I started down a path of recovery.  Sister Loretta Rose seems to have started out as a young woman with a vision who has lived a life of service from the start – though I suspect the story is not really that neat and clean.

The woman on FB noted that Sister Margaret does not have an FB account, but she got the nun’s phone number, called her, and the good sister remembered fondly her time at our grade school and “talked her arm off.”

I feel a road trip coming on for the eight-hour drive to Elk Horn City to visit Sister Margaret Zureick at the St. Joseph the Worker Mission to find another piece of life’s puzzle.

Gratitude to be a Part of the World

treetangle4I had an interesting convergence in the past few days.  I subscribe to a regular post by Quora where folks respond to questions or prompts.  One recent post was  What images will change the way a person views the world after seeing them?  There were several hundred photos posted and I scanned through a bunch of them.  Many of the pictures were of the type that put me in the frame of mind that I really have nothing at all in life to complain about – my existence is really awfully damn good.  Others were of normal people doing heroic things.  I have been given much more than I need in all respects and really live a quite privileged and carefree existence.  Despite my drinking and drugging in the past, because of my demographic and geographic location, my recovery has really been incredibly blessed.

And then this week, a couple of things happened that normally would have put me into anxiety mode, but they didn’t.

The simple lesson for me is that if my mind, body, and spirit are in a good place, then I am more able to deal with life on life’s terms.  This is not just a matter of thinking that others have it worse off than I, but instead, that I live best when I am connected to and in community with all of creation – when I am not living above or below but with the world.

I am grateful for my recovery and the opportunity to be part of the luminous web of the world.

Prescription Drugs in Recovery

treeup4Note – I am not a doctor of medicine and have no qualifications to speak on the subject of prescription medicines beyond my own personal experience.  Further, I DO NOT believe that being in recovery is inconsistent with taking narcotics or other mood altering substances in medical treatment.

I had an interesting experience this past week with prescription medications.  I had some minor surgery where normally the patient is put to sleep.  I talked to the doctor in advance and discussed my preference for local anaesthetic only.  He agreed that if I could handle the sense of hammering and grinding – but with no pain – then a local could work.

The surgery went well – perfect procedure.  We discussed prescriptions needed after the surgery – an antibiotic and pain medications.  The surgeon wrote me a prescription for some sort of narcotic if I found myself in intense pain, but also gave me a script for 800 mg ibuprofen.  I very rarely take any sort of pain medication, even aspirin.  The only time I have taken a narcotic in recovery was after a previous surgery where the throbbing was so great I could not sleep – took one pill – and flushed the rest.

This time I got all the scripts filled, and did one of those 5 second – even though I am not in any real pain, maybe I will take the narcotic just tonight so I sleep well. I ended up just taking the ibuprofen and left it at that.  I woke up the next morning and was amazed at the lack of pain.  I took the ibuprofen along with the antibiotic and followed the proscribed regimen.  After three days I decided taking the ibuprofen wasn’t necessary as I was in no pain, so I stopped – then a mild pain that started – nothing unbearable – more just a minor soreness to let me know I had some surgery and it was healing.

I did not start back on the ibuprofen but had a sort of “aha” moment.  When I noticed the slight pain my first thought was – I wish I had not masked this with the ibuprofen before – I need to know to take it easy a bit.  That is, it is good to be in touch with my physical self as I go through the healing process.  That has also been my response over the years when therapists offered to prescribe antidepressants – which I have always refused.  For me, depression is a signal that I need to make some changes in how I am dealing with life on life’s terms.  Depression has been the motivating factor in me dealing stagnation and unhealthy life situations.  My logic has always been that antidepressants would mask that reality.

I tend to think of myself as a reasonably carefree and content person who is good at what they do, responsible, and therefore find myself in work and personal situations that can be stressful.  My line goes something like “If the job were so easy and enjoyable that everyone wants to do it, there wouldn’t have been the opening that I applied for.”

What I have come to enjoy in recovery is the recognition that like all life situations, surgery has its consequences that must be dealt with.  I have come to appreciate going through those processes in a mindful and present manner – whether in recovery from a surgical procedure or the processes of daily living.  I also appreciate knowing when prescribed drugs, professional therapy, or other measures are needed in that process, I can make the choice to take advantage of them.

Not Regretting the Past

DSC_0502Early on in sobriety I had regrets over the time I considered wasted in a drunken state of existence.  Besides the path of chaos and upheaval I left along a good bit of the length of the Mississippi River, I used to think about how I was behind everyone else some 15 or so years, just in living life.  I got sober at the age of 32, which at that time seemed quite old.  Now at the age of 62, that seems young.

 I have posted before about how my specific recollections of the past are not really the same of other folks directly involved in those past experiences.  I have also reflected on the concept of the Wounded Healer in recovery and the true blessing and responsibility that entails.

I am perhaps more reflective on this as I lean toward my formal “retirement” from a 40 hour (make that more like 60-70) per week employment to an existence where I will be more selective in how I spend my time and energy.

I definitely consider my getting sober as a benchmark of change and difference.  In sobriety, I have never once just laid in bed, wishing I could just go back to sleep for the entire day because I could not face life – or immediately jumped up to look out the bedroom window to see where my car was because I had no recollection of coming home the night before.  Those are the simple gifts of sobriety.

The challenge of sobriety is living into the recovery of “practicing these principles in all our affairs.”  I thoroughly enjoy that today I have the opportunity to put back what I have taken.  Today, I have that choice.

Mardis Gras 1977, Mardis Gras 2015


Mardis Gras 2015 in front of my wife’s store on Magazine St.

Before this year, the last time I was in New Orleans for Mardis Gras was in 1977.  I still had seven years of drinking and drugging to do before getting sober in 1984.  My most vivid memory of 1977 Mardis Gras was running down Magazine after the parades ended – I was running in a state of alcoholic hallucination – fearing that my brain was flying out of my head and if I stopped running it would get too far ahead of me and I would never be able to get it back.  I don’t really remember how that story ended as I blacked out somewhere and awoke some time later.

I have posted before about my experiences of living in New Orleans in the 1970s and my gratitude about being able to return now to my favorite city to live in sobriety.  Mardis Gras 2015 has been such an experience.  This year I stand on Magazine St. and hold up one of my granddaughters so she can have a better shot at getting some of throws from the floats.  I am grateful for the opportunity to do this all again.


My Alcoholic Eating Disorder

Josie at Themiraclesaroundthecorner responded to a line in my previous post: “I have opted instead for addressing my eating disorder in the same way as my consumption of alcohol and nicotine.”


As you know, I struggle with food issues as well, but I don’t understand this sentence. Since you clearly cannot remove food from your life in the same way you do alcohol and nicotine, then how have you addressed food issues in the same way? Any insight you provide would be much appreciated!

First, I appreciate Josie raising this point as it required me to really think through that process more.  Here are my thoughts.  In addiction, the issue for me is less the consumption of the substance, but the attitude, the decision, the circumstances that lead me to consume.  I use substances to avoid living life on life’s terms.


Granddaughter and me a bunch of years ago.

At the age of 6 or 7, I was a pretty unhappy kid.  I learned early on that food could make everything feel okay. I remember well climbing up on the step stool, and onto the kitchen counter, to shovel scoops of sugar into my mouth from the storage canister.  I would then make my way over to the bacon grease pot and eat scoops of that.  I enjoyed going to my grandma’s apartment or the home of my great-aunt where I could eat to my heart’s content.  It just always felt good.  In grade school I had a good petty thief gig going, but the only thing I ever stole was food or money to buy food.

I had my first beer on the 4th of July when I was 10 years old.  I got a release from my unhappiness with that beer that I got with food, only it seemed better.  That experience led me to focus more on alcohol for the next 22 years.  When I went into detox I weighed 165 pounds.  When I was about 13 years sober, I quit smoking.  When I was about 20 years sober I weighed 250 pounds and for the first time acknowledged/recognized my compulsive overeating.  For the past 10 years I have been doing this yo-yo thing with food and weight between 195, a good weight for me, and 230 or more pounds.

About 5 years ago I was standing in our kitchen listening to my wife have a rather disturbing phone call with one of our children – one of those deals where I could get the gist of the conversation from my wife’s words.  I was three hours drive away from our daughter and could not take any immediate  physical action to remedy the situation.  What I could do though was, without really noticing it, was eat an entire bag of cookies that was sitting on the kitchen counter in the 10 minute conversation.  After my wife hung up the phone, she asked me what happened to the cookies – it was then I realized I ate every one.  I could not deal with life on life’s terms, so I ate the bag of cookies instead, like I would have drunk a bottle of wine, chain smoked cigarettes or whatever.

I have been sober for some 30 years today.  There is no question in my mind that it is my behaviors and my attitudes that can lead me to relapse either with alcohol or tobacco – the refusal to live life on life’s terms and choosing to escape instead.  Although alcohol and drugs are my primary addiction, I consider the compulsive overeating as just another type of relapse.

For me, here is how I deal with food in the same way as with alcohol – my binge eating time is particularly strong at night.  I can have a very healthy diet until about 5:00 PM.  Without a great deal of trouble, I can often have just one plate of food for supper.  But the hours between 9 and midnight can be very difficult.  I can eat until I am numbed in the same way I could smoke or drink to numb everything else out.  The question is why?  With food, I don’t always know the answer to the question.  It’s often just the anxious feeling, the depression, the anxiety, the unmet expectations, or whatever, that can be filled with food.

What I know is that if my head is in a good place, in the same way I could be sitting in any bar with any favorite drink in front of me and have no desire to touch it – the same can be true with the favorite grease, sugar, or salt food.

Here is also how for me, food is like alcohol.  In early sobriety, my primary defense against taking the first drink was not necessarily knowing why I chose to escape into the bottle, but visualizing that first drink through to the logical conclusion – that I never just wanted one drink, and I consistently ended up drunk.  In the same way, today I don’t always know the answer to my binge eating, but I have come to understand that if when I go into the bedroom or living room with a book or my iPad for the evening, if I take a bowl of chips, cheese, or similar foods with me, I will keep refilling that bowl till the food is gone or I am stuffed.  On the other hand, if I eat a bowl of granola, that is all I will consume.  I know that is the way it will go.  I have “tested that hypothesis” so many times and have never refuted it.  But . . . why do I sometimes choose to go the binge route?  I think for the same reasons I kept drinking for as long as I did knowing full well the consequences.

Ultimately, I have come to understand why I chose to take the first drink – the self-sabotage, self-loathing, refusal to be accountable, etc. etc.  Today, I don’t completely understand the escape I get from binge eating in the same way as alcohol, but I do find the “treatment” is basically the same.

Some folks speak of “trigger” foods for their addictions such as sugar, white flour, bread, and so forth.  For me, my trigger food is food.  I can go through 6 apples or a quart of ice cream if my head is not in the right place.  But I also know that I can go out to the Mexican homemade ice cream store down the road, get a small dish, come home and eat it, and not even consider going out for more.

Again, to me it is like alcohol because through time and experience, I know the results.  We don’t keep half gallons of ice cream in the house.  I don’t buy pints of Ben and Jerry’s.  I go to the Mexican store to get a small dish maybe once every couple of weeks.  But then, I also make choices to violate what I know are the way things work.

Like with alcohol, when there are no good answers to the compulsion, to the craving, sometimes I need to just sit there and know that this to shall pass, whether I decide to binge with food or not.  But not using the food, like not using the alcohol takes me through an experience without actively practicing my addiction.  That makes it easier for the next time.

I am amazed that it took me over 20 years of sobriety to recognize that I was eating addictively long before I picked up the first drink, in the same way that I later consumed alcohol.  That was a total revelation to me!  I have often thought it would have been cool had the counselors talked about smoking and eating when I was in my 30-day detox in 1984.  However the line back then was something like “Hey, I came to AA to get sober, not holy.”

I can be a slow learner, but I think that I learn well.  For the last little while I have been feeling much better about my food consumption.  I also thoroughly enjoy that this whole thing is truly a process and not an event.

That’s what I have got.