Ironically, the harder we fight for control, the more chaotic things can become.Continue reading
Life is a series of events that we have no control over, and that’s a blessing right there.Continue reading
We’re facing a disease that not even the professionals have figured out yet, while in a blind panic, running through the fires of hell with fears and dreams and parental instincts tripping us up.Continue reading
I have heard that phrase hundreds of times from parents who are at their wits end with their addicted loved one. I know the feeling.Continue reading
Addiction is a wily disease, a master at ensuring its own survival. We can behave in ways that won’t help it.Continue reading
Some ideas to help you keep hope alive.Continue reading
Families struggling with addiction know the storm—they know loss and know life can unravel in a split second.Continue reading
The spiritual work we have done up until now has been practice for the real inner work we must do now to keep our balance in these life and death times.Continue reading
Figuring out how to help each other while figuring out how to help our children.Continue reading
When Travis died from an overdose at the age of twenty-five, it was important to keep telling the truth, even in his obituary.Continue reading
I have done my best to reach my daughter. And whether or not I’ve been successful, I can rest easy knowing that she knows, if nothing else, that she is loved.Continue reading
I cannot do this for you, will you do this for me?Continue reading
What if we could begin to understand that recovery is not only possible but probable? What if love and kindness really can change outcomes?Continue reading
Let us not go through life as do-gooders with sourpuss hearts. Let us live joyfully with grateful hearts.Continue reading
As parents who love a child suffering with the disease of addiction, we may often feel fragile, but we are strong. And we are many.
Shame and silence—without them, addiction couldn’t survive. Without them, addiction couldn’t thrive, couldn’t hide, couldn’t continue its deadly march forward, consuming and killing our children in droves.
When a child is born, so is a parent. Full of love and good intentions, we do our best (and hope for the best), believing that things will somehow turn out okay…
One by one by one—and then it spreads.
Powerful letters written by a mother to her son, titled “Heavenly Birthday” and “My Closet”.