My musings on all things addiction, shame, transformation, relapse, hope, and all the other wild-but-beautiful stuff that comes with a life centered around recovery.
I’d had 5 years of sobriety the day I found myself in the parking lot of a CVS, pouring warm Chardonnay down my throat. That was the first day of my relapse: a two-year tumble back down the...
It was such an honor to appear on the SHE RECOVERS Podcast! I love any chance to connect with Taryn or Dawn, and their podcast honors and works through the idea that everyone is recovering from...
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....
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...
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...