Texans are wrought with concern over serious human issues in our state. Why doesn’t our governor share the same sentiment?
Texas Governor Greg Abbott delivered a State of the State address on Monday, February 1st, 2021.
What native Texas residents were reminded of in this address was the continuing stark distinction between what matters to most Texans and what matters to the Governor of Texas and his cronies.
After giving preliminary statements intended to create unification between Texas residents, business patrons, and political parties, Abbott continued with an informal run-down of items and topics he would be proposing for change…
Some thoughts for addicts in recovery to consider when tackling sobriety and parenting.
My son and his girlfriend have struggled with deep heroin addiction for more than five years now.
I am raising their son. Due to the multi-substance abuse during his prenatal months, he has 12 separate diagnoses and is special needs.
With my experience as a nurse and as the parent of addicts, I share today words of direction and encouragement to parents who are trying their best to raise a child during their recovery from a heroin or any other drug.
There was a time in my…
My Prior Personal and Professional Ignorance
Previous to my close and persistent involvement in a loved one’s personal experience with severe detox, I had only read about substance detoxification in nursing school and only heard snippets about its effects from past patients in my nursing career and on public forums.
I never saw my ex-husband, who finally passed away from his meth addiction in 2014, go through detox…nor did he ever talk about it, even when we were married. He was always gone doing drugs elsewhere.
I had no first-hand experience with it until our 17-year-old son became addicted to…
A woman, somewhere, needs this today.
I’m reading fellow Medium writers’ posts on Facebook and feel the familiar taunt of perceived failure rising in my chest.
Each author had the time today to think of an inspiring quote, to journal their accomplishments, or to just give advice on how to grow one’s writing career.
I would really love to call what I do at home a writing career…I would really love to actually write, undisturbed…even for an hour a day.
Instead, I have been home for most of the past month with my now-sick four-year-old grandson, Charlie, whom I am…
Disclaimer: This story is about addicts. It does not mean to wrongly imply in any way that every homeless person is an addict.*
Someone’s daughter is holding a sign up at the light. I cannot look directly at her, as the shame on her face is so loud. She looks years older than she is. Methamphetamines have sordidly robbed her of her integrity, her looks, her health…her humanity. As a nurse and a mother, I can detect that she is not even 25 years old. …
Is that Trump I hear in the background?
I am stumped to confer with the consensus
that he has won anything
but a resounding kick in the pants.
Hard to imagine a unified state
after what he has pulled…
hard to believe we are better off
now than when he walked in.
But, that’s what he’ll say.
Breaking free of a tyrant
proves stickier than just removing him.
His residue will linger
His hatred beleague Her
This country we once stood for at anthem.
Now no anthem rings truer
than the one seeking justice, truth and fairness
to the ones…
How to stop the hideous crimes against children…go and get them. They are prisoners of a war.
Make us faceless in our dreams
As we war to stop the screams
Of those who small and terrified
Are stolen innocent to lose their lives
Make us swift, silent, deceptively sleek
As veiled, as they, to reveal the meek
We will rip them back from your dark
And flee on foot and leave, no Mark6
You won’t know where
You’ll just hear the Word
And not one will lose their voice to the Herd.
Flat on the floor we fight for their…
The long, lonely road of living true to your self
To truly live against the grain, one must accept that they will never be popular, never be part of the in-crowd, and will most often be at the center of controversy and rejection by the very expression of their innate nature to move past everyone else…going the opposite way.
The nonconformist knows this choice is first and foremost…not a choice. It just is. …
for us “other writers” on Medium
The room is full of feathers,
cotton fluff and me
the feathers blow about the space and cotton drift solemnly
No one keeps a watch on me
As I stare on. Helplessly.
Other newer wisps or cotton puffs,
the air beneath them light and airy
are lifted quickly by their priors-be
to the center effortlessly
And seem no weight to carry
Feathers bounce and sway
to make their way around.
The cotton, floating near the ground,
make very little sound.
But I stay. Pondering.
I instead still move toward
the middle of the room
…
Nurse, writer: medical, family, addiction and wellness. See my blog flourishmedicinehealthandaddiction.com. Published Amazon author: Of Death and Brokenness…