I just had the privilege of speaking about Sexual Violence Prevention at SW Minnesota State in Marshall tonight. I told my story of addictions, shame and assaults. I still get nervous before I go out on stage. I feel really vulnerable... still... after all this time... when I share my story.
When I arrived at MADD I really didn't think it was a place where I "belonged" but to my surprise I found that a number of the staff and volunteers themselves were not victims of drunk or drugged drivers. Some joined to support friends and others were just drawn to a great cause.
Can we stop National Football League players from continuing to drive drunk and killing people? I ask this question in light of the news that Dallas Cowboys nose tackle Josh Brent has been arrested for allegedly causing the death of his teammate and friend Jerry Brown.
As Mother's Day approaches, my stomach begins to ache. It's a familiar, if old pain, tucked away in my soul, born of the loss of my son, Dan, killed at the age of 22 while working as Reuters photojournalist in Somalia more than 17 years ago.
My solution to gambling addiction would be same one that seems to be helping keep track of sexual predators: A national registry. If widely shared, such a list could prevent addicts from any legalized gambling.
Obama may have a charming off-hand manner, an intellect that rivals the combined IQs of his predecessor and predecessor's cabinet taken en masse, and a hot wife, but this is a man who would hurt a fly, with impunity.
"My mom is always like 'I can't believe you got drunk and then drove our new car into a lake again'. I'm like fuck you! I like to party! You're just mad because you can't party as hard as me! Delta Chi forever!"