He doesn’t mean to, he really doesn’t mean to…. he’s a feral dog frantic for a bone. A clumsy giant crashing through a china shop. He’s...

Driving alone through sideways pouring rain, I realized something -- it's been 5 years. 5 years have gone by. 5 years of my...

And then there's this. Heart-crushing pain rolling through me like a wave or a tempest... burning through me like an internal comet....

The sadness, the doubling over sadness, in the grocery store, walking by the bagel bites, super pretzels, corn chips.....not buying those...

“This longing you express is the return message. The grief you cry out from draws you toward union. Your pure sadness that wants help is...

Trying to hold onto his boyhood is like trying to hold onto water. Or air. Or clouds. Or weather. It's not possible to hold onto...

Ebbs and flows. One minute I'm drowning, the next I'm floating. Or swimming. Or dog paddling. Always moving, never still. When my son...

I was running 100 mph in circles over my son's addiction, and these words dropped down in front of me like a concrete wall falling from...

More mothers suffer from their child's addiction than I'd ever imagined. What I mean is, I thought my suffering was unique. That's why...

Today I drove to the mountains and it was raining sideways and the wind sounded like a chorus of ghosts on a Halloween soundtrack. My...