Category: Comments from Jill

She was Good: Pride vs. Shame

When I was 22, I lived in downtown Philadelphia for a short time. Passing by the gravesite of Benjamin Franklin, I was amused by the plaque bearing the epitaph he wrote for himself at 22, which begins: The Body of B. Franklin, Printer, Like the Cover of an old Book, Its Contents torn out, And Stript of its Lettering &…

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Finding Forgiveness: One Tough Nut

When I got sober twenty-some years ago, I was told that the biggest reason people relapse is because of resentments. They’ll not only drive people to drink, resentments can drive huge wedges between otherwise peace-loving people. “The only thing you need to start a new meeting,” said one recovering alcoholic, “is a coffee pot and a resentment.” There are a…

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