I wrote a thank you letter to CPS.  For those parents who haven’t been visited by a social worker from Child Protective Services, it’s one of the scariest, most gut-wrenching knocks to open the front door to.  I was angry, hurt, embarrassed, sad, and suspicious.  Who would have

My apologies used to be selfish.  While I thought that I meant them, they were far more driven by a subconscious desire to be released by the other person from what I’d done wrong.  The feeling that I’d disappointed someone else, and not hearing “You’re forgiven” after

A man I met named Edwin Edeberi once told me, “Practice doesn’t make perfect.  Practice makes improvement.”  When I first heard him say it, I liked the way it sounded and how it felt, but I couldn’t truly make sense of it.  When you move through childhood and

When you spend much of your adult life not just questioning your self-worth, but doubting that you’re anything more than worthless, it’s near impossible to have close relationships with others.  Up until about five and a half years ago, I would constantly be stuck in my head, with

Today it begins.  After feeling a banging in my chest to do something more to export a message of hope that I’ve continued to find in my recovery group after getting sober almost six and a half years ago, I choose now to begin with something small.  I’m