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Why Don’t I Drink Anymore?
Dear Mom, Often, when I meet new people, the topic of my sobriety comes up. I’ve received judgment. I’ve received skepticism. I’ve received odd looks. But most of the time I receive curiosity. Most of the time people simply want… Continue reading
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My Aha Moment
Dear Mom, I’ve been staring at a blank page for hours. The cursor mocking me with its excessive blinking. I know what I want to write about this week. I know what I want to ask you. I know what… Continue reading
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A Lonely Child
Dear Mom, If you were alive, you’d say I was a troubled teenager, which I was, but I also know my troubles began long before. I can trace it all back to my childhood. When I close my eyes and… Continue reading
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What If I Had Asked for Help?
Dear Mom, For years, and I mean for all my life leading up to probably last week after my new therapist helped me open my eyes, I believed I had gotten away with it. I had pulled one over on… Continue reading
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A Little Magic
Dear Mom, Over the weekend we watched a movie about imaginary friends, and it sparked some truly magical conversations at dinner. We asked each other, what if we had imaginary friends? I could really visualize Scotland’s friend. Long curly hair… Continue reading
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In Matters of Taste
Dear Mom, I have been thinking a lot lately about my inability to say no to my kids. I googled why I can’t say no, and the answers were quite illuminating. Staring back at me were the following reasons why people struggle… Continue reading
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Clearing My Clutter
Dear Mom, It feels like, for the last few years, my life has been cluttered. There are always too many things going on at the same time. Juggling that ever important work/life balance. Raising kids while also still in many… Continue reading
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And I Pivot
Dear Mom, Sometimes, life gets in the way of our plans. With kids at home, this happens often. Last weekend, I traveled to DC, which threw off my writing schedule. When I left town, I told myself it would be… Continue reading
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Finding Compassion in Rejection
Dear Mom, Rejection sucks. Whenever I get that dreaded no, my body tenses up and I turn into this insecure version of myself who assumes the worst and wonders if I should simply give up on my dreams. Ok, that… Continue reading
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Olympic Dreams
Dear Mom, What makes an Olympian? What makes a person able to see a sport being played at the highest level and say, “I’m going to do that one day.” What separates that person from all of the rest of… Continue reading
Sober Letters to Mom 