Glimpsing a sunrise while hiking in the mountains – especially on a never-ending switchback – creates a euphoric moment. A crack in time where all that is wrong becomes right. A second where pain and suffering take a back seat. A breath where my spirit renews and my soul revives. A liminality I wish I could savor forever.
Stories of sunrises among switchbacks – of recovery and release – vividly color my life’s trail map. I share these stories hoping we all find a moment or two to savor – where all becomes well.

Working the Twelve Steps … Again

Working the Twelve Steps … Again

Al-Anon saved me. Time and time again – I have stumbled, with little strength left, into a meeting to find someone’s experience, strength, and hope giving me what I needed to keep going. That’s the beautiful mystery of recovery – it’s about me and it’s not about

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Where’s my circle?

Staring down the lonely hall, I wondered how in the WORLD I could regain my footing as an extrovert – off the chart – in my new world of ministry as a solo pastor of a tiny church. And what the hell is up with all this

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You are not alone

You are not alone

Domestic violence claims a few chapters of my story, but not all. And domestic violence does not hold me in chains of fear, self-hatred, or a cycle of “what-if”s any longer. Learning – almost two decades ago – that other women had survived domestic violence gave me

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