I wrote this poem in August of 2000. I was three months sober. Let me know if it means anything to you.  ______________________________________________________________________ Emptiness fills the room. I alone sit quietly. Chest tight and eyes welling with tears, I sit quietly alone. As the tears streak my face I feelRead More →

So many times I’ve thought to myself, “If only…” If only I had said that, done that, reacted differently, chose differently, and so on. It’s like a song on repeat inside my head where I shame, blame, and reprimand myself for something in the past. The past is gone, literally,Read More →

I am always encouraging contributors to write about the things that scare them; the things they don’t want to write about. Today it’s my turn and I’m taking my own advice. I was recently asked to contribute to a book about adoption.  It was requested I write about the possibleRead More →