For email-only followers of my blog, WordPress said “Happy Easter!” with a super-glitchy version of my Easter post. So the post is updated and lovely now, and ready and waiting for your wonderful indulgence in reading it.
So sorry! Happy, happy Easter!
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Soli Deo Gloria
Here’s a thing pretty much everyone who knows me already knows: on April 18, 2014 at 7:45PM, I crashed my car into a public building because I was drunk. It was Good Friday. I was fighting a custody battle with my ex-husband, and because of my actions, I lost almost everything I’d been fighting for.
Later that night, like all crazy addicty people do, I pleaded hysterically with my lawyer–I did not want my parents, who were 800 miles away, to know what had happened. I can still hear his logical, kindly but urgent voice: “Leslie, I understand. But you have no choice. You HAVE to tell them.” I couldn’t see the terrifying path ahead, but he could, and he knew there was no way I’d be traversing it alone.
I was both utterly humiliated and entirely numb. My accident was in the local newspaper. Someone made a video of it with her cell phone. It took about three days for most of my relatively small community to hear about it. I was excruciatingly humiliated, bruised with two black eyes, in constant pain, and at the same time, absolutely numb.
On my first day of treatment, April 24, 2014, which my parents had helped me get into, my God-given addiction therapist, Roxanne, looked at me, terrified and shaking in her office. She was wearing a gold blouse with the coolest black boots I’d ever seen. Her nail polish matched her blouse, and she radiated fearlessness. I wanted to be her, but all I was was fear. Continue reading
A VERY heartfelt welcome to all women who are pursuing recovery from alcohol or substance abuse. I’m proud to say that I’m doing the same. Just as you are, I am committed to using my skills to help other women as I have been helped: to “trudge the road to happy destiny!”
I don’t know more than anyone else about sobriety except that it’s one effing day at a time. But I do know that it’s NOT about going it alone. I have a lot of training and experience in “therapeutic writing,” which is writing for people who aren’t necessarily writers, but who can use writing to make progress in their personal growth, awareness, and development.
All of these things are wonderful for recovery. The main thing is that all you need to bring with you is a willingness to try, and an open heart for your fellow group members. Just as in meetings, we listen, we do NOT offer advice. And rest assured, as a highly experienced group facilitator, I will guide you through this entire process.
The main theme for our 8-week group meetings is: “Using Writing as a Catalyst for Change.” We will meet on Monday evenings beginning April 25, 2016 from 6:30- 8:00 with a built-in break. The cost for the 8 weeks is $80, which includes all writing supplies and materials. If you cannot afford this fee, please contact me and I will be more than happy to negotiate with you.
My contact information is: email@example.com. Please contact me with any questions, and for info on payment and location, and I will happily respond!
Please note: There are EIGHT (8) spots available for this group.
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Hello dear friends! I hope that you are all hanging on through this odd weathery season here in CU, and believing in the promise of Spring! As the American poet Theodore Roethke said, “Deep in their roots, all flowers keep the light.”
I’m happy and humbled to announce that I’ll be offering an 8–week therapeutic writing group beginning on April 20th and running through June 8th on Wednesday evenings from 6:30-8:30. The subject, timed with our change of season, is “Using Writing as a Catalyst for Change.”
What you can expect from a therapeutic writing group such as this is the opportunity to explore your private hopes for change in the compassionate and supportive company of like-minded others. Our group goal is to encourage one another’s reflective and change-inducing writing processes with open-hearted and discerning listening, and genuine support. We focus on the writing process, without feeling compelled to offer “advice” about how group members “should change” their lives.
I draw upon many years of experience as a group facilitator to make these experiences positive and growth-oriented for all involved. I encourage you to check out the “Testimonials” page on my website for more information about this process.
There are 8 spots (max) available for this group, and the cost is $100.00. The cost includes all supplemental writing prompts and materials.
Please contact me at firstname.lastname@example.org if you have any questions, if you’d like to register, or would like to pass this opportunity along to an interested friend. I’m happy to answer any questions, and would love to hear from you!
In the meantime, happy almost Spring!
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A professor I knew used to begin one of his classes by saying, “Everything I’m going to tell you is a lie. But it’s a helpful lie.” Today’s post contains a very short poem (just a quote, really), and two useful lies about raising boys: 1) you cannot raise boys without weaponry, and 2) you cannot raise boys without meat.
Maybe this counts as one lie with two parts; I’m not sure. And just to be clear, the weaponry and the meat are for the boys, not you, though weapons would come in handy, particularly anything with a trapping device. I feel strongly that even if these two things are not true, someone needs to stand up for them because they seem to cause a lot of pressure and anxiety for parents who frankly, have more than enough to go around. My advice to people who are fighting the battles of guns vs. no guns, and/or meat vs. no meat is this: give up immediately. There are so many more important things to worry about, such as why there is never any dirty underwear in your sons’ laundry.
The three best things that happened to me yesterday happened before 6:30am: 1) a line in a poem that wouldn’t come right seemed like it would; 2) I thought of a way to return to a writing project that I keep abandoning; and 3) my 4-year old son walked into the kitchen in his penguin pajamas with his armload of sleeping paraphenalia and said, “Hello there, my friend.”
Last night I was on a panel about self-care, talking about therapeutic writing. Luckily two other smart, insightful people with useful things to say were on the panel too, because the idea of self-care seems like a big load of nonsense to me. I like the idea of being kind to ourselves, but take a good look around folks, and ask yourselves if what we could all stand is a tad more self-regulation.
What I am against in particular about the marketing of “self-care” is that it always seems to involve flowers and bathing in candlelight. The message is that, done properly, “self-care” is supposed to magically make you happier, calmer, more comfortable, and most importantly, a better person.