Author of Let Your Privates Breathe-Breaking the Cycle of Addiction and Family Dysfunction. Available at The Black Hat Press:
I Had a Deep Fear That I Wasn’t Good Enough
I couldn’t live up to my own expectations of myself. I couldn’t be as perfect as I thought I should be. I couldn’t keep up with the tri-athletes and the mountain climbers. I couldn’t dance. I had no rhythm and so I sat back in the corner and cried.
The Word Alcoholic Isn’t Degrading, It’s Fucking Liberating.
I thought to myself, I love these ladies. Where else can you go and sit around a table and share about how you have overcome a seemingly hopeless disease of mind and body. Where else can you get claps and congratulated for staying sober, one day at a time?
What Happens When We Felt Unloved as Children
Some of us were born into the perfect families, with a mother and father who smiled adoringly at one another over the perfectly square breakfast. They engaged with one another and you could feel the love in the room. When the children spoke up they were given eye contact and their full attention; their heads bobbed up and down with every new inflection in their child’s words.
- Top Story - October 2021
I Took Sex off the Table in My Marriage Top Story - October 2021
I was having some kind of mental breakdown and for good reason. I had a book that I had been working on for a decade head to publication. I had gone back to work for the year and felt like I was drowning. My husband was working out of town consistently and I was on sole parenting duties.
My Alcoholic Mother Died and All I Got Was This Starbucks Mug
I have this pink and green Starbucks mug. It looks mosaic or somewhat like bathroom tile. I love it. It’s my favorite mug for a lot of reasons, but most importantly because my mom and I got it while in Seattle in 2004. We are both from Washington, but lived about 30 mins from the city so going downtown was a fun adventure for us.