Open to Hope is an online community offering inspirational stories of loss, hope and recovery through TV, radio, articles and books. Each episode of Open to Hope TV showcases people who have suffered loss and again found hope. On this episode, Dr. Gloria Horsley, Dr. Heidi Horsley and Alan Pedersen, Executive Director of The Compassionate Friends, talk to COR Executive Director Fay Zenoff and Julia Sachs about the challenges of coping with the deaths of their siblings, Victor, Paul and Kristian. The show closes with Amy Cooper singing ‘In the Wee Small Hours of the Morning,’ a song originally made famous by Frank Sinatra.
Listen to COR executive director, Fay Zenoff, interviewed by Lauren Schiller – host of Inflection Point, the nationally syndicated radio program, focusing on women in positions of power and leadership. Fay discusses the power of Open Recovery and changing the way we think about, discuss and respond to addiction. Listen in here.
“Generation Found,” a documentary about a community effort to help teenagers recover from drug addiction, will be shown Thursday, Nov. 17, at the Performing Arts Center at Menlo-Atherton High School at 555 Middlefield Road in Atherton. The film begins at 7:15 p.m, preceded by a reception from 6:30 to 7 p.m., and remarks by Fay Zenoff, executive director of the Center for Open Recovery, a San Francisco-based nonprofit working with individuals, families and communities to remove the stigma of addiction. Click here for tickets and to see the trailer. This event is part of M-A’s Parent Education Series. Sponsors are D’Anne Burwell, author of “Saving Jake: When Addiction Hits Home”; the Sequoia Healthcare District; and the Sequoia Union High School District.
I no longer drink alcohol. It’s something I need to explain, because it’s something I don’t fully understand. This is a relatively recent thing, I should add. I have been dry for sixteen months, after nearly 50 years of… not being dry. My earliest exposure to alcohol came in a religious context. At my parents’ Passover table one year – I must have been five or six – I discovered that the sweet wine used in the service produced a dizzying sensation that was at once both frightening and funny. After that, I looked forward to the sips and small cups that punctuated Sabbath and festival observance, and which, with the benefit of hindsight, served as the nursery slopes of (much) more copious drinking as an adult. In my first career, as a peripatetic double-bass player, alcohol was the sea in which we all swam. From my decade of small-time…