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A mother wrote to me: I’m giving up on prayer, I’m afraid. Recovery was going well, I thought. My son was making meetings, new job he likes, nice girlfriend. I was beginning to trust and hope. In the last week, money taken from … Continue reading →

If You Love Me made it to the Best Addiction Books of All Time I’m happy to announce that my book, “If You Love Me: A Mother’s Journey Through Her Daughter’s Opioid Addiction”, made it to BookAuthority’s Best Addiction Books of … Continue reading →

Dear Mothers, When my youngest daughter was actively using heroin, the holidays were difficult. Mother’s Day was, by far, the prize winner. I spent the day dwelling on the possibility that I might never have a Mother’s Day with all … Continue reading →

Originally posted on Heroin Heroine:
I am never tired. I am consumed by the what-ifs. A 100 pound mother in boxing gloves with starry eyeteeth. You can not tell me to let it die. I will not let it die.…

  Can They Help Recovering Addicts? Michelle Peterson, Founder of Recoverypride.org What is Music Therapy? Music is powerful. It can change a person’s mood and provoke the best and worst memories. The power of music is so potent that therapists … Continue reading →

Originally posted on The Addict In My Basement:
The cat is out of the bag. The. Cat. Is. Out. Of. The. Bag. I wasn’t saying anything to anyone, or posted publicly because, well, you know, superstitious. But, someone, Ms. Fancy…

Originally posted on My Life In The Middle Ages:
“It says here that less than a year ago you tried to hang yourself?” I’m asking this of a young woman, not yet thirty, as part of her intake assessment to…

Dr. MacAfee told me, When families are in the throes of struggling with addiction, they do what they know best: They help and support the addict. Families, however, do not anticipate that the nature of addiction is one of exploitation, … Continue reading →

I resolve to take back the remnants of my life, and then it happens- in the shifting swiftness of everything, cyclone-like, pulling me into the center of the chaos without a chance to grasp on to myself- I plummet, head-first, … Continue reading →