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Truth be told, I did not wake up today knowing it was Fentanyl Prevention & Awareness Day. I did wake up knowing I had lunch plans with a dear friend who lost her son to fentanyl. When I learned that my lunch and this awareness day were on the same day, it felt the rushContinue reading “Truth Tale # 21: For Brandon- February 27th, 2002-November 4th, 2022”

I do not know the first time I heard the term Failure to Launch.  I don’t know what I thought about it when I heard it.  I think I was too frozen in fear, fear for my son’s survival, to care what it sounded like.  I was just grateful to find something that best describedContinue reading “Truth Tale #20: Can You Say FAILURE and Your Child’s Name in One Sentence?”

Recovery is possible, and so is overdose and death. The paradox of the disease of addiction is real. There are miracles and tragedies; and as a mom of a son who struggles with substance use disorder, I sense I will always feel BOTH of these things- loving the witnessing of progress and happiness AND foreverContinue reading “Truth Tale #19: Two Things Can Be True At Once”

Yesterday I got to spend the day with my son. A gift. This morning I reflect: Today he is here. He is healthy. He smiles. He laughs. He eats. He talks- deeply, meaningfully. He listens. He finds joy in the little things, like the mini donkey rolling in the dirt like a dog. Like theContinue reading “Truth Tale #18: Morning Reflection”

Anticipatory anxiety is a wrecking ball! The days leading up to my visit with Aidan have been ridiculous….One of those weeks where each and every day, you think you have a plan, just a simple daily plan, and for some reason it gets turned upside down and all is repositioned. Uncertainty is the word thatContinue reading “Truth Tale #17: Need New Battery!”

Happy Birthday, my Max! 25 years! I remember the day you were born like it was yesterday. A day of awe, and a traumatic day, all in one. After a rough beginning- your birth, your recovery, my recovery, and finally figuring out a health issue…YOU were the sweetest, most angelic, delicious soul. You were theContinue reading “Truth Tale #16: Happy Birthday, Max!”

This came from Morning Pages this morning: 7 years. A progressive disease. Never better; always worse. The last 8 months in DC, to include a 24 hours gone missing scare, which looked like this- calling all of the local emergency rooms, the morgue, the police department to file a missing persons report, searching the backContinue reading “Truth Tale #15: 7 Years of a Progressive Disease”

Every Sunday morning I am presented with proof that magic is real…or….that God exists…or that even in a scary, painful world, there are always moments of profound grounding to be had. It is with incredible women that this exists. I am in total awe over the importance of the connections we have, the depth ofContinue reading “Truth Tale #13: Women: The Life Savers, The Grounders, The Magic Makers”

Last week I was in the magical land of New Mexico for my birthday. The unending beauty, the pure silence, and the sunrises and sunsets, food, food, and food; the treats of multiple massages at various places…all was exactly what I needed. And I mean NEEDED. I had no expectations (except to eat as manyContinue reading “Truth Tale #12: The Birthday Gift of Connection”