conversations about addiction, recovery, and faith
I am awake at a ridiculously early hour this morning. There’s a windstorm pummeling our house that sits on a bluff above the Hood Canal, and I can’t sleep. It’s not the noise — though at points it does sound like a freight train is …
I have an affinity for endless sunshine. I’m a California girl and even after nine years of living in western Washington, I haven’t gotten used to the weather. I have expectations that summer should at least mean sunshine, even if it’s only 68 degrees. I …
I’ve often been a swinging pendulum . . . an all or nothing kind of gal. Throwing all my energy here and then way over there. Terribly messy and then Mommy Dearest-clean. Totally opposed to something and then really excited about it . . . and then not, again. . . But I’m fairly certain …
When I have the opportunity to talk about our story publicly, I always preface it with a little disclaimer: everyone’s journey through life is different. I always say that you have to listen to God yourself because everyone you ask will have an opinion. Every specialist. …
People are the way they are for a reason. I took a test a few weeks ago. The kind I love — asking lots of questions about me. The is called Strengthsfinder. And I’m completely fascinated by it. I do realize we aren’t all the same. …
It’s incredible to me, when I read through my volumes of journals knowing what I know now. . . . . . how is it possible that I could have been so very, very blind? Maybe I was distracted. By the time Dave went to …
There are days, weeks, months and even years in our history that are still difficult to talk about. Even last night, enjoying a lovely and rare meal out, discussing the blog — we both have a hard time talking about certain memories. It’s so unlike …