“Emily Brawn stumbled as she attempted to kick opioids a few years ago. When she wasn’t at 12 Step meetings she grew isolated. “Days and Days in your own head,” she said in the Wall Street Journal article “that is where the relapse starts. Emily is trying a new strategy. In early September, 90 days sober, the 29 year old stepped into a gym in an industrial corner of Boston. Muscled   people were warming up for Cross Fit, surrounded by top-line equipment and a rock climbing wall. But … [Read more...]

Commenting on America’s drug problem, the late Peter Drucker, a world-acclaimed consultant and author, once said, “the only successes fighting alcoholism and drug abuse, have been achieved by such independent organizations as Alcoholics Anonymous (AA), the Salvation Army and the Samaritans.” Drucker added, for good measure, that, “None of the U.S. programs of the last forty years in which we tried to tackle a social problem through government action has produced significant results.” As a … [Read more...]

                It’s tough exacting work. Giant forklifts and cranes carry up to 20-ton pieces of steel to sandblasting machines that have to be adjusted precisely for every job. Full-time inspectors on the 80,000 square foot factory floor ensure that the steel the company processes is safe to use. Employees must be focused, alert and ready to respond if something goes wrong. As part of the job they sandblast large pieces … [Read more...]

Meredith Rose Weinstein Baskin, age 34, died peacefully Aug 9, 2018 after a long battle with opioid addiction as reported in her obituary. She was born on December 1, 1983 in Little Rock, AR the daughter of Susan Weinstein and the late Jeffrey Baskin. After graduation from Central High School she began her studies at UALR, ultimately graduating as a registered nurse with honors from UAMS in 2008. She went on to practice as a nurse at UAMS and several private clinics in the Central Arkansas … [Read more...]

I had been seeing a psychiatrist twice a week, but he couldn’t fix me and told me to go to Alcoholics Anonymous (AA). I was at the point that I knew I couldn’t quit drinking by myself, and I couldn’t keep drinking and survive. AA appeared to be my only chance, and I attended my first meeting on December 2, 1978, at a Pearl Street storefront in Boulder, Colorado.It was snowing, and when I walked in, the people seemed to be enjoying themselves. There was no president, no board, no dues to pay … [Read more...]