The Junkie Stories: The Night I Scratched the Surface

I suppose what happens is we grow tired of waiting for change. And perhaps this is why we remain the same. Maybe this is where the internal conflict begins, Maybe?Who knows? Maybe I just wanted to feel something. Maybe I wanted to find something that could speak for...

Hope: A Catalyst For Change, Not Shame

I was listening to a Mother talk about her child. She was talking about the people who were involved with his program and how they let her son down. We talked for a while. We spoke about the needs of kids that face trouble or live through challenges. We talked about...

A Definition of Self

There is so much more beneath the surface. And sometimes, we barely scratch it. There is more to us all than meets the eye. There is more to us, such as the unspoken or the uncovered, the undiagnosed, or the unaddressed parts of our life, which we’d prefer to keep...

The Product Is Not Finished (Yet)

We are all a product in progress. I know this. I know what this means to me but then again, I come from a different time. I come from time before technology took over the world. This is a time before the internet. I come from way back when people used their home...

A Copy of Today’s Endurance

Just to live. Just to breathe. Just to go outside and feel the sun on my face. Just to feel the wind in my hair. Just to be somewhere. You know?Just to step away for a minute; to detach and disconnect. To put the world on hold and regroup; to find my balance and...

Wednesday Morning’s Charge: Sound the Horn, Kid!

Do you know when it hits? It hits the moment you cross the finish line. The feeling hits you when everything comes to fruition. No matter if it’s first place or last, you did more than anyone ever said you could. You defied the odds. You stood tall when everyone else...