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The Shift
At 32, I felt surrounded and out of bullets. Not literal bullets. Lies. Excuses. Promises I could no longer keep. Stories I had told my family, my kids, and myself until even I could hear how hollow they sounded. After 14 years of heavy drinking and substance abuse, I had reached the place I always thought I was too smart, too strong, or too loved to land. My family was terrified. My parents and siblings could see what I had become before I could admit it. My children were co
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The Shift
At 32, I felt surrounded and out of bullets. Not literal bullets. Lies. Excuses. Promises I could no longer keep. Stories I had told my family, my kids, and myself until even I could hear how hollow they sounded. After 14 years of heavy drinking and substance abuse, I had reached the place I always thought I was too smart, too strong, or too loved to land. My family was terrified. My parents and siblings could see what I had become before I could admit it. My children were co
Aug 25
Why I'm Here
I'm 74 years old, and I'm just getting started. I don't have a degree on my wall. I'm not a therapist or a life coach. What I have is 42 years of living through things and coming out the other side — sometimes barely, sometimes with more grace than I expected. Forty-two years ago was a rebirth. Not a finish line, not a cure — a beginning. Everything since has been me learning how to live from that new place. That's why I started Unanchored. Right now, I'm a caregiver for some
Aug 5
From Campfires to Cruises A Single Mothers Journey to Adventure - Part I
Two weeks of paid vacation can feel like a miracle when you have spent years raising children, paying bills, working hard, and trying to hold everything together. For a long time, that was my life. I was a single mother raising two children, working year after year, doing what needed to be done. Vacations were not something I took for granted. They were something I saved for, hoped for, and dreamed about. When I finally put together two full weeks of paid vacation, I felt lik
Aug 4
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