Hitchhiking home

My girlfriend texted me one night last week asking for my help in praying for her grandmother who had dementia and was missing. The city's police ground and helicopter officers were all searching yet hadn't been able to locate her.

#Voices Project

Part of my mission is to align myself with other individuals who seek to share their own stories to fight back against the shame and stigma that society tends to place on addicts, and Ryan Hampton is one of those people. If you aren't familiar with him, he is sort of a ROCK STAR in the recovery world.

What my second child is already teaching me

When I had my first daughter, I was so anxious and worried all the time. I didn't have the confidence as a mother yet, and focused a lot of energy on getting her into a routine. I stressed whether I was doing "it right," and each day felt like a such a blur. Now with my second just two weeks old, I'm already realizing how different it is. She's teaching me a lot!

Tv Mayhem

As if the holiday season isn't stressful enough, right before Christmas time our main living room tv went out. (Insert pandamonia, anxiety, and "holy shit I forgot to DVR RHOC!") It had been coming for quite some time, as on occasion the sound or picture would break up.

Hug it out

I hate hugging. In fact, I hate anyone within arms length of me. I'm not joking. It's as if I have this imaginary bubble around me that I don't want to share with anyone else. 

The fraud at church

My mom did her best trying to raise us kids in a Catholic Church, but I never knew an intimate relationship with God through the memorization of prayers in CCD class, nor did I ever understand a message the foreign Priest would share on Sundays through his battered and broken English (bless his heart, he sure did try).

Heart Gifts

I'm learning to love myself more, by sharing myself with you. That's the beauty in the ashes, the silencing of the shame. It happens amidst the share, not in spite of it.