One Wife's Journey Back from Addiction and Rediscovery of Self
It is 59 degrees in Massachusetts. Last weekend we had two nor'easter storms that dropped about 2 feet of snow. Melting snow flows, liquid footsteps skipping upon rooftops, sounding waterfalls outside. Reminder that from still frozen ground, from muddy earth, Emerges life. It is February in New England; that means anything could happen. Enjoying the …
Sonnet XVII I don’t love you as if you were a rose of salt, topaz, or arrow of carnations that propagate fire: I love you as one loves certain obscure things, secretly, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that doesn’t bloom but carries the light …
Continue reading Love In Recovery
It is Febuary of 2017. I live in the United States. There is a winter storm coming. My husband is a recovering opioid addict. He has been clean for 122 days. "The greatness of a man is not in how much wealth he acquires, but in his integrity and his ability to affect those around …
Continue reading A Sobering Winter
We must not become complacent. Surviving (addiction) in the time of Trump. Week 2. Days Sober: 118 ***march: aka protest, write, call, resist, share, speak, discuss, listen, organize, investigate, read, inform, create, love*** I march for human rights. I march against discrimination and bigotry. I march for inclusivity and love. I march against the Alt-Right. …
