Denise E Lindquist
Bio
I am married with 7 children, 28 grands, and 13 great-grandchildren. I am a culture consultant part-time. I write A Poem a Day in February for 8 years now. I wrote 4 - 50,000 word stories in NaNoWriMo. I write on Vocal/Medium daily.
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Life In Recovery
Stephanie was in outpatient treatment and feeling darn good about herself and how she was doing. She thought, I should have gone to treatment right away, rather than trying to do it all on my own. Oh well, as they say, live in today and live one day at a time. She was on her way to have some work done on her car. She had driven it down to Mexico, just a few short months ago now. She thought she should have an oil change and have just a minor checkup as it didn’t seem to be running quite right. When she went into the shop, she thought, what a mess. These guys could use some help to clean this place up a bit. As she was sitting waiting for her car to get looked over, she thought of her relationship and how that was going well. She felt so lucky to be in a relationship with a man in recovery. A man with a kick ass recovery program. He reads the grapevine every month, he reads two daily meditation books, one in the morning and one at night. He sponsors guys and is in service by being a group service representative or a GSR. Then he is always providing a role in the district.
By Denise E Lindquist4 years ago in Fiction
The Arm Chair Critique
Idioms, the free dictionary says, an armchair critic is a person who knows about a subject only by reading or hearing about it and criticizes without active experience or first-hand knowledge. The phrase armchair critic is first recorded in 1896, but the concept was around at least a decade earlier: in 1886 Joseph Chamberlain sneered at opponents as ‘arm-chair politicians.’
By Denise E Lindquist4 years ago in Confessions
Help, Help
I tended bar in a spot in the road between Wolf Point and Poplar, Montana. The couple that owned the bar were older. I worked days and it wasn’t very busy. I enjoyed that though as I could get to know some of the regulars that way. When I worked there the couple were good to me. I was young and I was trusted to use the bars money to gamble with customers. It was a pretty safe bet as the games favored the bar. I used to help myself to some bottles of liquor most weeks.
By Denise E Lindquist4 years ago in Fiction
Counseling And Therapy For Addiction and Mental Health. Top Story - December 2021.
I was meeting with a man for the first and last time in a session that usually did not go this way. He asked if I could hear his confession. I told him that I was not a priest and that if it was a crime or involved hurting himself or another, I could not keep that secret as a priest could. As he started to talk, he made it clear enough without saying it that he had killed someone. Or that at least he was paid to hurt others and paid well to do that. I told him that people in recovery will often make amends by offering to not do that thing anymore. Then he said, “I probably couldn’t do that. I believe that if I’m paid to do this again, I will.” I was thinking how I really didn’t want to carry around his crime or crimes with me. I then said that I would like to help him but I was sure that his best bet would be to speak with a priest and I encouraged him to do that as soon as possible. Our session ended. I think back on that day often. I was new to the position of counselor. A few years later, I was told in a high-speed chase with law enforcement, with him on a motorcycle, he went off the road and became paralyzed for the rest of his life. I was told he is living in a nursing home and that is probably where he will live out his days. Could I have done something different. Something that may have prevented this from happening? This time and others I would look back to see if there wasn’t something that may have changed the circumstances.
By Denise E Lindquist4 years ago in Psyche
Psychic Tarot, Palm or Psychic Readings
Over the years I have attended many body, mind, and spirit expos. I just happened to tell my sister once that I was going to one on Saturday. She had never been and wasn't sure if she wanted to go or not. I said that I go for entertainment and have been going for years.
By Denise E Lindquist4 years ago in Longevity
Downhill Skiing
It was getting late but still so bright over the lake and just a bit difficult to see much in front of me except the fluffy, white snow on the weeds, branches and ground. But wait, is that the full moon off in the distance? Yes, it is for sure. I have skied most of the day and I would be going home soon. I just don't want to go yet though. I am so impressed with the beauty I see in front of me. The sky is lite up and the snow is beautiful and the trees are forming a nice path to ski down.
By Denise E Lindquist4 years ago in Fiction
The Mystery
Sometimes in retirement, I can wake up with a great storyline that I decide to try out. Well, I think it sounds great and then I think we will just have to see where it goes. My husband has the television on from the first thing in the morning until the last thing at night. I have found other ways to keep busy. However, I still get into quite a bit of his daytime television. As I said, retirement! Some of the programs that I have sat through and may just be my favorites are Monk, Dr. Mark Sloan in Diagnosis Murder, and Jessica Fletcher in Murder She Wrote.
By Denise E Lindquist4 years ago in Fiction
The Ugly Duckling
When I was in middle school, I would be teased for no other reason than being Native American. My skin color was not much darker than others, my cheek bones and facial features are a bit different than the typical Caucasian and that is it. I believe to this day that the border town I grew up in was one of the most racist places I have ever lived. A border town is one that is located next to Native American reservations. The town I grew up in was close to three reservations. To this day, I would not live there and I will visit there only when necessary.
By Denise E Lindquist4 years ago in Humans
