When addiction first crept into our household 11 years ago, I started keeping a journal. Retreating to clean white paper became my refuge. The blank pages stared back, non-judgmental and welcoming. On their unvarnished surface I poured out my anguish, fear, confusion and shame. It was the only place – until many years later – …
If you’re any kind of flyer, you know the lines. Make sure your seat belt is fastened. Seatback and tray table in their full upright position. And the most enigmatic of all, when flying with small children, secure your own oxygen mask first. If you’re a parent, sometimes it feels like you’re flying with …
My son just celebrated 14 years in recovery. January is his anniversary month, holding the day he gave up his obsession with drugs and began a new way to live. It is the reason we relocate to South Florida this month every year – to be with him and his friends – and to acknowledge …