Denise M
I am a retired 64 year old nurse who was raised in Southern California. Today my better half and me (also in recovery) live in small rural town in South Utah. After choosing to go back out many times in recovery for numerous addictions, at 53 it occurred to me to finally get honest and serious. After jails and institutions, it was obvious death was next. My Higher Power had been waiting patiently. We made a deal: Constant contact for sanity. My two children son 44 and daughter 37 are so proud of their mama and finally have the kind of mom and step dad they have always deserved. It’s been a long, difficult, and painful road through eating disorders, physical disabilities, and mental illness. Withdrawal from decades of psych meds was no picnic. However, my sponsor and some amazing sister like girlfriends remind me daily that love within our recovery family can get us through anything and another 24. So grateful. We are indeed blessed.

San Vegas – By Denise M.

Often there’s a place I go Deep within my mind Not difficult to travel to Nor difficult to find Clearing head ‘n closing eyes All aboard these nightly trains Imagination clearly lies Where reality refrains Off to sun rain sand and fog Off to waves of gold Desert lights on flashy Strips Or Market streets of old She wears a youthful innocence He wears a timeless smirk Those two loved destinations Is where this brain doth lurk. You can surely find me here Red eye ticket seven nights Dreaming of my loved ones Delightful cherished flights. Your children are never far away From thoughts or daily deeds Take a midnight travel there Destination wishful dreams. Continue reading

Summers End – By Denise M.

A few months ago I met a bright warm and sunshiny new friend. So sizzling was this encounter that I was seriously tempted to get a red cherry popsicle and share the entire day with such a blessing. This confidant had me thrilled about so many ripe delicious fruits, long cool green blades of grass, shady full leafy trees, slip on canvas shoes, ponytails, thin cotton clothes, and daylight hours lasting forever. Even on our sleepovers and starry lit nights there were bugs crawling near me undisturbed. Crickets chirped endlessly with the sweetest songs. You know, I did not really like this kind of playmate before moving to Parowan. Not in the least. Been long ago since high school daze and surf crashing the beach sand since I befriended this type. Once again we daydreamed whilst listening to the sound of distant fans sprinklers. We eagerly awaited the sunflowers to… Continue reading