I suppose there’s no greater gift that sobriety has given me than my regular Sunday morning yack with my daughter who lives in Colorado.

I give myself about an overall  D+ as a mother (I had my good moments, but stability wasn’t my forte when she was growing up), but over the last couple of decades of my sobriety we’ve re-discovered each other as people. I made amends, she forgave, and then we both put the past behind us and got on with enjoying each other as parent and child.

I believe we best express our relationship with H.P. through our relationships with other people. And first and foremost in expressiveness is our relationship with our family. I never hang up the phone on Sunday after my daughterly gab-fest without saying hallelujah,  it so good to be sober!