And then there's this. Heart-crushing pain rolling through me like a wave or a tempest... burning through me like an internal comet....

Trying to hold onto his boyhood is like trying to hold onto water. Or air. Or clouds. Or weather. It's not possible to hold onto...

Ebbs and flows. One minute I'm drowning, the next I'm floating. Or swimming. Or dog paddling. Always moving, never still. When my son...

"The advice given too often is that we can't help our children. We are told that tough love is the only way and we must let them hit...

...there's hope. Truths have been revealed and yes he did bad things. Took deadly drugs. Many bad things. I believe his mind and body...

Why do these 20 something boy addicts have to say such hurtful things? Why can’t they see that they are talking to the one person in the...