There is an old saying for people who are stuck in an unhealthy situation: If you want to get out of a hole, stop digging. There is a corollary for a world addicted to fossil fuels: If you want to cure the addiction, stop subsidizing the drug.
There Is Music in the Air There is music in the air. There is joy in the streets. There is a lilt in people's steps. Even through the exhaustion, th...
Many of my non-Mormon friends make assumptions about the Mormon church's Republican leaning, older leadership and the general red-voting trend of Utah. Not all of these assumptions are true.
If everyone who was living well with mental illness came out of the shadows, it would be revolutionary for the people who are suffering from a mental health crisis in silence.
We can talk about how they make up the whole. How they all want the same thing, are all trying to solve the same problems, meet the same needs. They all have my best interests in mind, but different ideas of how to serve them. I know I have to listen to all of them. They all have valid voices, they all have stories. But they do not all get pens. They don't all get equal say in who this woman is.
Transforming your life isn't easy, but it can be done if you are willing to put in any effort required to reach your goal.
Something remarkable happened yesterday, not remarkable good but remarkable crazy. I was riding in one of the new group taxis that have taken over Ne...
A 47th mug, an engraved picture frame, even a homemade maybe-an-ashtray/maybe-a-sombrero clay tchotchke thingy... Almost any teacher gift is better than a wine bottle that reads "our child might be the reason you drink."
There is fierce movement taking place right now that is awesome to watch and be a part of where people are stepping into the light and showing what recovery looks like. We are coming together to end the stigma and live out loud as people in long-term recovery from addiction.
Getting sober has been terrifying. It has absolutely been the hardest thing I've ever done. But in the last two years I have learned one very important thing: I'm worth it. And more importantly, I'm beginning to learn to believe it.
My daughter attended an art camp this summer where the children were asked to draw their families. For each person, my daughter chose an accessory to go along with the drawing. My wife, was holding a paper heart. My son, was holding a pillow because he likes to sleep and my youngest daughter was holding a Barbie.
Just because I'm sober, aware of my actions and making a conscious effort to be a better person every day, does not mean I can't be strong-willed and outspoken. Like so much in recovery, finding my new identity was all about striking a healthy balance.
Twenty years ago as I began to gather research that would eventually form the basis of my book, Riding Home - The Power of Horses to Heal, I had my first eyewitness exposure to the psychological impact a horse can have on a human.
My sister is a heroin addict and I'm mad. I'm mad that this is a disease that never goes away. I'm mad that we have already made funeral arrangements just incase. I'm mad at the possibility of my nephew growing up without a mother. My sister is a heroin addict and I'm sad.
I had always hoped that this day would arrive, but I still wasn't ready for it. I wasn't ready for it when she said she was going to rehab, or when she packed her bag, or when she drove down. I wasn't even ready when she called to let me know that she was checked in and ready to kick ass.
Queer bodies are stigmatized to the point where we cannot sustain healthy relationships. Stigma prevents access to appropriate resources such as health care and counseling. Queer people are afraid of talking about their sexual behavior with their own doctors and therapists.