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I want my girls to be like salt, Melting ICE with the slightest touch, Clearing a path for all their neighbors…

It’s fitting that Thanksgiving was so late this year because I’m still basking in a glow of gratitude. This morning I woke up seven years sober. That’s 2,557 days with no hangovers, no blackouts, no existential dread …okay that last one hasn’t gone away completely, but now when dread sits on my chest, it weighs a lot less. At times, especially in the beginning, it was incredibly hard, but miraculously it’s gotten easier every year, even if it isn’t easy every second of every

The first time Tara and I went apple picking at Hillcrest Orchards was almost exactly three years ago. Our first trip to the orchard in...

This is not the blog I intended to write today: I tried to write something inspired by my failed attempt to teach Margo that the next...