This was written in 2013, just one year before my divorce journey began, as well as a collapse of sorts, of life, as I...
Addiction
Written in March 2018 The purpose today in therapy is to find mindfulness and peace in this session. It’s not normal for me to...
When I walked out of her office, I felt cheap. I felt like Paula Dean disguised in a police outfit in Ferguson. She could...
When I first arrived at the halfway house, Bill was the second person I met. Tall and slender, I didn’t know his slim build...