And that’s why I’m a sex worker and not an auto-mechanic
I wrote most of this last Thursday during my trip to Utahr, but then I got distracted by something really important, probably either a movie or a meal or the variegated color of my arm hair. I’m in Utah right now attending a conference about sex addiction....
A drawing of Daddy!
The other night we were hanging out with some friends and the kids were playing in the kitchen, coloring. Suddenly Viva calls out to me. “Daddy!” she says, “I drew a picture of you!” I go to the table, take a look at the picture, and laugh....Dear The Weed UPDATED
I’m basically Dear Abby now. Except I’m actually credentialed to give advice. And also my name is a drug. Got this last week: Dear The Weed, I just happened to read your blog from a friends phone and loved it! I see that you are a...
Riddle me this…
When I quit my job at a local mental health agency, they invited me to stay on board as a contracted worker to do drug and alcohol assessments two days a week. (Another topic for another post. The assessment, called the GAIN, is insane.) Naturally, when I quit as a...Over 5 Million Served
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