Cotton Candy Skies

When I was a kid, around 10, I felt so lost and unloved. Well, except by Uncle George. He was my Auntie Kay’s son. Auntie Kay was my life-saver as a little girl. Just a few years before, when I was 8, she had killed herself. I remember trying to take my own life after that … but that’s another …

You are a symphony

Recently I was working with a girl who had overdosed on heroin. We ended our time together by going to the symphony. My husband Brad was performing and got us great tickets! 🙂 The pieces were Death and Transfiguration, by Strauss, and Symphony #6, the Pathétique, by Tchaikovsky. The Pathétique was finished 9 days before Tchaikovsky died (some think it …

No more shame

Not long ago, I stood in front of 150 or so addicts and told my story. I watched them as they listened, literally with shame on their faces, because they knew the story. My story was their story. It isn’t anything new. Sometimes the church is kind of shocked about some of this stuff, but not this group. While I …