Most of what I fear never materializes. I make up stories in my head and manipulate myself into believing they are fact. I’m still learning to treat myself better - to be as honest with myself as I am with others.
I left last night wishing the world could learn to treat human beings with the same amount of grace and dignity we women treated each other with in that room last night.
I realized today that I haven't posted in almost 2 months. Eeeek! I can't believe it has been that long! Sometimes, I feel like I have nothing new to say, or I wonder if anyone is even out there listening, and then I have to remind myself that I started this blog as a testament... Continue Reading →
This past weekend, I made a pretty big change to my appearance! I went from being blonde my entire life to being a brunette! This may not seem like a big deal to some of you, but it was an extremely drastic change for me. I had been talking about doing it for years, but never had... Continue Reading →
On October 16th, I celebrated 4 years living in recovery! I experienced a wide range of emotions leading up to that date, but on the morning of my anniversary I woke up with tears in my eyes because I felt so incredibly blessed. It’s still hard to believe I am able to live this life... Continue Reading →
The following conversation took place while I was speaking with the inmates at the Milwaukee women's prison this past Friday night. Me: "Welcome ladies! Thanks for joining me tonight." Woman: “You don’t look like one of us.” Me: “One of who?” Woman: “One of US!” She points to herself and her friends. “You don’t like... Continue Reading →
I've been having trouble writing lately. Every sentence, every idea. I've had an extremely difficult time finding my words. So I asked myself, "Am I just trying too hard?" I am just going to write today, with no "goal" in mind, other than to let some of these thoughts out of my head. If it... Continue Reading →
Change. I wasn't always the type of mom who took the time to braid her daughters hair, or read her books at bedtime, or paint her fingernails 5 different colors. I wasn't always the type of mom who let her daughter crawl into bed with her after she’d had a nightmare. I wasn’t always prepared... Continue Reading →