Author Archives: Recovery Writer

Sick House

            “Are you safe?” The question seemed surreal at 2am in December of 2009.   My thoughts barely hugged the sanity rails as the cop’s lips moved slowly.  My hands were glued to the steering wheel, clammy and cold.   My wrists hurt.  I shivered under my pink chenille bathrobe and pajamas.  Bright flashlight burned my […]