The story of an addiction, and the humor in the horrors of being addicted to gardening. Learning the Latin, planning, no rest for the gardener. Salvation.

All good things in life are attributable to Love. Love does not hide. It can be seen and felt everywhere. Survival would have become impossible. It is the groundwork of the edifice, nor can hate and malice vanquish or destroy it.

A poem of my failings and my Lord’s corrections.

My son is addicted to opiates.

I have walked with addiction for years, I don’t want to hide in the contaminated walls anymore.

A poem about needing something so much to even survive.

The call started like the others.

The dangers of ignoring kids that reach out for support. It was inspired by all the stories of high school suicide.

Lacking the proper tools to successfully start an intervention.

Events in life are due to divine intervention. Destiny is bound to God’s intervention and God’s intervention is bound by love.