The #MeToo movement has caused some serious self-reflection in my life. Although I am not ready to write about the actual assault in detail, I do feel comfortable writing about the aftermath. I think... First, there are the flashbacks... I am 19 years old and I have just woken up with a stranger on top... Continue Reading →

A Mother’s Love

I haven't written in a few weeks. Life has been busy and full of the gifts of recovery. I am grateful, and I truly feel blessed. My daughter wants to be in theater. She is almost 8 years old, and she loves to sing and dance and put on plays with her friends. I brought... Continue Reading →

Carrying the Message

  I met a woman once, when I was volunteering in a women’s prison, who had spent the last 15 years of her life as a prostitute in active addiction. She didn’t want to be at my meeting. She was one of the ladies who was required to be there. I could see it on... Continue Reading →

Progress, Not Perfection

Some days, I totally blow it! I try my best to be a good mom, daughter, sibling and friend. I try to be a good wife to my husband, while also giving him his space. I try to be the one who sets a good example by practicing the principles of recovery in all of my affairs,... Continue Reading →

Because of Recovery

Thank you, Ryan Hampton, for sharing my story as part of the #VoicesProject! Here are the links to my previously published article, as well as to Ryan's blog. If you are interested in reading more about how others are speaking out about addiction and recovery, #VoicesProject will certainly inspire you! Ryan Hampton Site   and  Vanessa Day... Continue Reading →

Jumping in Puddles

I saw this video once of a young man jumping in puddles with friends on a cloudy day. He jumps from one puddle to the next while water splashes and stains his clothing. Suddenly, it starts pouring rain. You can hear thunder booming in the background and see lightning crackling in the sky. Everyone else... Continue Reading →

No Vacancy

Every night, while driving home from work, I pass the same run down motel on the main stretch of 108th St. It's the one with the golden skeleton key on the sign and a red neon vacancy light blinking on and off. Not once have I driven past that motel where the light didn’t read "Vacancy," and... Continue Reading →

A Wretch Like Me

1,154 days… That’s how long it has been since I took my last drink. It’s not a big anniversary. It's not something I will celebrate with friends. I won’t be recognized at my meetings with key tags or coins. No one will high five me on the street or pat me on the back. But it's important that I recognize my... Continue Reading →

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