“WTF is wrong with you, lady?” and other gruesome moments in the ER—an infidelity story for all struggling marriages.

I microblog (write and share in smaller snippets) over on Facebook and the other day, the Wizard of Zuck showed me this photo—wanting me to know it was my most commented on photo of 2016. Mmkayyyyyyyy??????? I’ll roll witcha, FB. Not sure it’ll be what you had in mind, though. Because this was back when … More “WTF is wrong with you, lady?” and other gruesome moments in the ER—an infidelity story for all struggling marriages.

What good is knowing how to accomplish a task if you never start? It’s more important to just begin than it is to know how to finish at the start.

When we don’t think we can do it—it’s because we haven’t yet done it. After two years of drinking to numb and spending to feel, I’m tapping out of this ping-pong pairing of self-soothing behaviors that really only serve to make everything worse. For a full year. At least. And I don’t yet know how … More What good is knowing how to accomplish a task if you never start? It’s more important to just begin than it is to know how to finish at the start.

That first social event without the crutch of booze—uff-da!—and then some.

I’m very writer-y, but not always very talker-y. When I write, I tip myself upside down, shaking my thoughts loose from the nooks and crannies they’ve wedged into. I empty my brain’s pockets of all the angst I’ve stuffed deep inside. Then I begin to slowly work through the jumbled pile, organizing and editing as … More That first social event without the crutch of booze—uff-da!—and then some.

That thing that almost killed you? Well, it didn’t. So now it’s likely your new purpose in this life.

My teenage daughter and I temporarily tatted up for an inspiring local event called IGNITE, some years ago. We got inked with one word that intoned what I was ever longingly looking for at the time—purpose. The only thing I’ve ever truly wanted to be without any doubt was a mom. Beyond raising my children, … More That thing that almost killed you? Well, it didn’t. So now it’s likely your new purpose in this life.

Feeling irrevocably stuck? You’re likely forgetting to remember to stop and do the most essential step in healing from your trauma.

Are you doing that thing again? Where you focus solely on the daunting distance you’ve left to travel. The granite-heavy workload you’ve still to muster. The labor-intensive recovery yet unfinished. Thus you forget to honor and celebrate just how far you’ve already come? The obstacles you’ve already surmounted?