My daughter had my son by the hair, her face contorted with rage. I recognized the her pain…because I’d seen it on my own face.
Back in my drinking days, I was quite saucy. Some would say I was a raging bitch. Now I’m sober, and I still get angry. I’m okay with that.
You see, I am a survivor. I’ve had cancer twice. I’m a person in long-term recovery from alcohol and substance abuse. I survived my younger sibling’s tragic death.
Last Saturday someone I’ve known for over 30 years was killed in a car accident. The driver had two prior DUIs and was driving drunk…AGAIN. My loved one was killed upon impact. She was a mother, a grandmother,… Read More