I remember the first time I heard someone say they were grateful there were no magic pills to cure alcoholism. No shortcut. No quick fix. No “erase this part of my story” button.​ And lately, that exact idea has been haunting me… because we might be getting closer to one.​ After that comment, there was some grumbling and a few open stares around the room, like this person had suddenly grown two heads. But for me, it landed in my body like truth — and I broke out in a big smil

A January reflection on burnout, recovery, and why starting where you are is kinder and more sustainable than “new year, new you” resolutions. How are we already in mid-January, and I’m still picking Christmas tree needles out of the carpeting and deciding what to do with the “hostess” gifts I bought and never used — like Trader Joe’s around-the-world “book” collection of dark chocolate bars that was clearly meant to be shared and is now being polished off by me, one chapter

My body is the vehicle that carries my recovery, my voice, my relationships, and my purpose. And right now — less than two weeks into 2026 — that vehicle is running on empty. I’ve been up against a deadline, finishing my book proposal, mapping out a year’s worth of workshops and speaking engagements. Add in daily life — house projects, errands, and yes, rearranging the living room furniture (because apparently I like to add unnecessary sofa-lifting to an already full plate) —