We go to Europe every summer. My husband has family here. Budapest, Hungary is our home base when we make our annual trek. His father, who I lovingly called “Dad” just passed away this year, and there’s an emptiness that permeates this year’s trip, knowing we won’t be paying him a visit in the little…
It’s quite a broad subject, and one I can’t possibly cover in one blog. I imagine there will be many more on this subject in the future. Subjects such as diet, exercise, medications, therapy, and having a support group to help you on your journey towards self-love and happiness will all be topics of future…
Clean and Sober I have now been “in the rooms” of a 12-step program for 20 years. Do I have 20 years under my belt? Absolutely not. There are some people who get it right off the bat. They go to their first meeting, and never pick up a drink or use ever again. I…
It’s summer here in Houston, and our pool is an amazing 95 degrees, which I love. I’ve used my pool more this summer than I have in the past 15 years we have lived here. I have a ritual. I have my iTunes playlist – an endless supply of music that could play for a…
My name is Randi. I am Candace. The names and places in the book “Voices Carry” have been changed. It was a last minute decision, my call. I had jumped through legal hoops for the better part of a year after signing with my first agent for the non-fiction memoir version of my story. I…
Living with PTSD is an ongoing, never-ending uphill battle. Some of us deal with it by compartmentalizing our traumas, putting them into a box and throwing away the key. Yet thatkey never gets thrown very far. It somehow finds its way back into our back pockets. Ourtraumas dwell deep within us. They manifest in our…
This is a story from one of our beloved community members, Brittany P. “I survived a brutally violent rape at sixteen, after being drugged with the date rape drug. I wokeup in the middle of it, paralyzed. One of the guys that was watching laughed at me when Iopened my eyes and told me it…