To say that the Mojave and Colorado Deserts served me up a huge slice of humble pie this past weekend would be a gross understatement. All I wanted to do was visit Joshua Tree National Park
To say that the Mojave and Colorado Deserts served me up a huge slice of humble pie this past weekend would be a gross understatement. All I wanted to do was visit Joshua Tree National Park
In Part 1 of this story, I spilled my guts about how I fell so alcoholically fast and hard for a guy that I booked a trip to Australia to see him after spending only a
It turns out that getting my heart smashed into a million tiny shards ended up being one of the greatest gifts of my life. Yup, I’m serious. Nope, this is not an angry rant. The
Since I have been in recovery (and before my drinking took its dark turn), my dream has been to travel the world year-round. Or at least to take a long sabbatical from my job to travel
Hi, my name is Alison. I’d like to think I’m a recovery rock star: recovering attorney, recovering athlete, recovering former-married-person, recovering Catholic, recovering meat-eater, recovering (yet PROUD) Floridian, but most importantly, a recovering alcoholic.