Grasping At Clouds
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...
Waves
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...
Oh. No.
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...
So Many
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...
