Looking out my Backdoor: It's a mess

When one thinks it can’t get worse, it can. And it does.

This coming Feb. 20 would have been my son’s sixth sobriety birthday.

I considered a thousand different ways of talking about this and each one led to, “Just vomit it out.”

In “Looking Out My Backdoor,” I write about what is pertinent in my life. And I vowed to be honest with myself and honest with you.

My son, Ben, this man who is super-intelligent with a computer mind, this man with such a big heart that, a year ago, he gave up a month of his life to come to Mexico to care for me when I needed it, this man slipped...