My Addiction and Recovery

No Man’s Land It burns going down your throat, the magma rising, and erupting, spilling over, burning whatever is in its path. Our words...

Pennywise I often think of Stephen King’s “It” when I think of fear. Pennywise the clown, looms larger than life, mesmerizing the...

Giving Thanks Small moments. A hand on your shoulder. A lick on the face from your dog. A genuine smile and hello from a cashier. A door...

From the Ground Up I am a pine tree. The first thing that grows after a forest fire are pine trees. We burn ourselves to the ground in...

Magnetism It was a strange night. 2 nights before the full moon, and an aura encircled it. In the corner of her eye, she caught a...