I am seeking the courage to be open.

There is hope through imagination.

When I first entered the rooms of recovery, I thought I had nothing in common with the people around me.

While it may be urgent to work toward creating justice, I can’t do that unless I have a sense of calm.

For those of us who grew up in homes with addiction or dysfunction, it was so hard to know we were loved.

The moment of asking for help is a tender moment.

The real holy of holies happens in sobriety when relationships with self and others are healthy and whole.

Surrendering to the truth of my addiction has been the most empowering act of my life.

On this darkest night, may we observe the stars.

The story tells of a woman heavy with child, traveling with her partner to be counted in a census declared by a distant ruler unaware of the lives disrupted or the life that is to come....

Ask yourself, in your heart: What or who are you grateful for?

It can be a lonely time for those of us whose arms are empty.