Recovery Starts with Me

Today, my nails tell the tale of the One animal we are - a collective of humans within a surreal chapter of life. Look at them. Look at us. Growing. Changing. Shedding our polish. Unbecoming....

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...

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...

I have spent all year in silence. Lost in my head and my life...immersed in my creative projects and in the folds of my big ideas, with their big "to do lists" trailing behind. I am leaping into a...

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...