Blog Posts
Am I Qualified?
As I sit at my desk in the quiet the faint hum of the metal lamp glows beside me, and memories rush in so violently loud they shatter the stillness...
Am I Qualified?
As I sit at my desk in the quiet the faint hum of the metal lamp glows beside me, and memories rush in so violently loud they shatter the stillness...
Checking The Boxes
Lists and checkboxes fill my daily planner's lined pages, leaving very little blank space. Updates and arrows sometimes follow each day's notes, because most of the time life gets in...
Checking The Boxes
Lists and checkboxes fill my daily planner's lined pages, leaving very little blank space. Updates and arrows sometimes follow each day's notes, because most of the time life gets in...
Looking Back
I was born in the 80’s. I drank from a water hose, picked blackberries from the bushes in my yard, and ran barefoot across the deck of our above-ground pool....
Looking Back
I was born in the 80’s. I drank from a water hose, picked blackberries from the bushes in my yard, and ran barefoot across the deck of our above-ground pool....
Recovery Road
I think there is a stigma when you tell others you are a part of Celebrate Recovery. Somehow when the word “recovery” echoes from your lips others are momentarily quieted...
Recovery Road
I think there is a stigma when you tell others you are a part of Celebrate Recovery. Somehow when the word “recovery” echoes from your lips others are momentarily quieted...