God Is Alive And Well And Living In The Florida Everglades – By Kenny P.

I’ve been a photographer since I was 11 years old. I had my own darkroom and loved everything about the hobby. As an adult, I worked as a Still Man for commercials and movies and shot tons of modeling composites. Once my addiction progressed, I neglected photography like I did everything else. Fast forward to 10 years ago. My mother had just passed away from a very sudden illness and I went into a brief funk. I knew that I’d eventually get through it, but each day had an overwhelming sadness that permeated my existence. My wife knew that a DSLR camera had caught my eye, but I felt that it was too much to spend on myself. She surprised me for our wedding anniversary and bought it for me. That camera changed my life. I started out by photographing the kids, and then landscapes of the Miami area…and then one day I went into the… Continue reading

Thanksgiving Gratitude – By RT

  Thanksgiving is my favorite time of the year. I love that the weather is starting to get cooler. It gets dark a little earlier which gives me warm loving feelings of family and a deep sense Gratitude. It’s a time for me to reflect on how far I’ve come in my life and my Recovery. I thought it would be nice to bring you into my world for moment and let you know a little bit about me, what I’m doing and how I feel about the holidays. It only takes one word for me to describe how I feel….Grateful. This year was a significant milestone in my Recovery. I got clean on September 20, 1983 at the age of 33 and this year I picked up my 33 year medallion. Wow, it’s hard to believe that I’ve been in Recovery half my life. I walked from Addiction into… Continue reading

Alabama Tornadoes – By Gabriel Rheaume

“You will escape disaster together and you will commence shoulder to shoulder your common journey…” The power is out. Every now and then a power outage can remind me of so many things we normally take for granted. I can really be grateful for everything and anything if I choose to look at it that way. The power going out always reminds me of when the tornadoes that hit Alabama in 2011. I was in a religious program of recovery called the Cenacolo Community. That was before I really knew what recovery was – before I escaped the community. Before I fell further and harder – but that’s a different story. I woke up that April morning, with everyone else in the house, to one of the most ferocious and furious storms I’ve ever witnessed. The power was out and it was dark. Our house was giant – high ceilings,… Continue reading

What Friday In Recovery Looks Like.

On this particular day, my recovered life looks like this. I’m sitting on my living room couch working (writing this), still wearing my pj’s and flip flops at 11am. I drove my daughter to school like this after getting her ready for Halloween dress up day. I have an abandoned kitten by my side that my sister found yesterday and since we are “cat people”, we of course adopted it. I’ve become its surrogate mother, or according to my children – grandmother. We now have four cats which is slightly unmanageable, but sometimes having a conscience can make life that way. I’ll get him (we think it’s a him) checked out at the vets later and get advice on how to care for a kitten too young to be away from its mother. The rain is pouring down outside. There’s towels and underwear on the washing line, dripping wet, because… Continue reading