Did my son really need a backpack every time he left the house? By Sherri Sacconaghi
I caught you with drugs today. I picked up your little glass pipe. It felt like a bomb in my hand. Boom. By Rica Lewis
I am the mother who was drunk the morning of the first birthday party you were invited to. By Janelle Hanchett
As someone with a son dead because of heroin, I couldn’t look away.
By Bill Williams
When you’re a parent, you have to believe that no matter what your child does or says they still deserve to be loved.
By Erika Sauter
After surgery, a mother comes to terms with the reality that a clean house is not the same as a loving home.
By Leslie Kendall Dye