My Badass Recovery Musings

I am writing to you wrapped in blankets, cradled on a hammock under pine trees, in the middle of an East Texas forest.  The air is chill, the sky is deep blue and my cellphone has zero bars....

I have to confess—I am feeling a bit off this Sunday morning as I write this. I over-indulged last night, and my body is feeling the effects. As my alarm went off at 7 am, I had a moment of...

Disclaimer: I am not a medical professional. This guide is not intended as medical advice, diagnosis, or treatment. If your symptoms are acute, call 911.   

As we step out of...

The first time I got sober in 2009, my idea of “recovery” only pertained to my drinking. I didn’t see any other issue to personally recover from, other than the very clear toxic...

I am one of the lucky ones. One of the VERY lucky ones.

First, because at 43, I have a mother who is the compass of my soul. Second, because I have an amazing mom who always loved me, lifted me...

For most people, there’s something terrifying about the words I use to describe myself.  Every time I say “I’m sober”, or a “I’m a recovered...

Thanksgiving has always made me feel like an outsider, a foreigner enjoying somebody else's holiday. Having grown in Mexico, my Mother made a turkey for my dad's birthday (which happens on or...

How do we turn frustration into gratitude?

How do we grow spiritually?

How do we make the best of a bad situation?

How do we learn to live life on life's terms?

I grew up with a father who loved...