The Daunting Thing About Daughters

I had a busy day of work and errands, and I wanted to sit down and write, but my daughter had other plans. She asked if I would play two-square with her outside. She wanted to practice so she could play (and beat) the older kids at school. So I put off this post and Read More

The Element of Self-Sabotage in Relapse

I’ve been thinking about relapse lately, and why it happens. I picture a weakened figure sliding down the steep sides of a slippery pit. A bird caught mid-flight and thrown back into a rusty cage. The loudness of silence, waiting for the other shoe to drop. Ask anyone who has a history with drugs or Read More