By November, the trees have stopped performing. Their leaves are gone, the color has drained from the canopy, and what’s…
Browsing: thirsty for wonder
Sobriety starts as survival. It starts with a decision to stop hurting ourselves in the same old ways. But over…
Some days, the work of recovery feels like tending a garden. There’s pruning, watering, composting what’s no longer alive. And…
There’s a moment in every horror movie. The camera pans in, the shadows lengthen, the music tightens its grip. And…
Autumn doesn’t whisper. It warns. The season strips down every tree and lays bare what’s been hiding in the branches.…
Start in the Dark: How a Celtic Year Teaches Recovery to Breathe “Most things are conceived in the dark.” Anne…
There is a kind of hunger that gnaws long before we name it. It’s not in the belly but in…
Taylor Swift’s latest release, “The Life of a Showgirl” (Oct. 3, 2025), arrives with a shimmer that feels almost audacious…
In the cycle of the Celtic calendar, we are in the season of Lughnasa (LOO-nah-sah). It is the festival of…
In our dopamine-deprived culture, female pop music isn’t shallow — it’s a lifeline. Taylor Swift’s announcement of “The Life of…
In the middle of Washington, D.C., behind a simple Cape Cod-style house, not far from North Capitol Street, my grandmother’s…
In a city that runs on breaking news and Metro fires, mornings matter. I need something bold and grounding, something…
I rearranged my spice cabinet this week. It felt like I was putting myself back together, one jar at a…
We don’t talk enough about the wild in recovery. We talk about steadiness, which matters. We talk about structure, which…
The poet, composer, mystic, and saint Hildegard von Bingen once described a force she called viriditas — the greening power…
I was a recovery coach at Tempest when Chrissy Teigen originally shared on social media that she had quit drinking…
The first drop falls and then another. Not rushed. Not loud. A beginning made of hush. The soil stirs. Not from hunger— but memory. Stone remembers…
Someone asked me recently how I maintain work-life balance. I think they expected something tidy — maybe a calendar hack…
The Celtic calendar doesn’t measure time the way modern life demands we do. It doesn’t split the year into tidy…
The hum of an air conditioner draws you back, Back to me, Away from the swirl of thoughts that hover…
There is a moment — brief, fleeting, balanced — where the world stands still. The spring equinox. A day when…
I never got the fire-making badge in Girl Scouts. In fact, I got kicked out before I had the chance.…
The story of colonization is written in many languages, but one of the most insidious is the language of alcohol.…
There is a moment, subtle and nearly imperceptible, when the earth begins to shift. The deep freeze of winter loosens…
We danced around the periphery with fairy wings Throwing glitter that caught the light Hips swaying in the shimmer The…
Winter whispers of stillness, deep rest, and the kind of healing that asks us to lean into mystery rather than…
When I started feeling more comfortable in my sobriety, something inside me shifted. It wasn’t just about what was happening…
Winter hasn’t always been my favorite season. But in the last few years, I have developed a deep respect for…
The Winter Solstice whispers a truth the world too often drowns out: we are meant to rest. It is the…
We were caught in the rapture of it all, our youth, a wild unwritten thing – holding hands and…