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.
Women in Recovery
Recovery – Daily Gratitude
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 →
Change -What’s Holding You Back?
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 →
Great Expectations – and the Disappointment that Follows
I had a conversation with my daughter last night that is going to stay with me for a very long time. I wanted to share it with you all. First, I just want to say that, as a mother, I have spent the last 5 or 6 years of my life filled to the brim with "Mommy Guilt." It... Continue Reading →
Celebrating 4 Years of Freedom! 💜
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 →
Carry the Message of Hope
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 →
Lost Time
Over the past few weeks, I've been digging through my house trying to find items to sell in an upcoming rummage sale. Most of the items are my daughters, and as time has passed and she has accumulated more and more things, our home has started to feel slightly claustrophobic. Still, I’m having a hard... Continue Reading →
Thoughts on Change
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 →
