I lived to drive; turning sixteen meant freedom. I could get my driver’s license. I was beyond thrilled. I got my license in the morning, and mom said, “Pick up your sister and get some milk at the store.” I didn’t care what the errand was; if I could drive there, I’d do it.
We bought a 1958 VW bug….horrible green, but it was mine. I was independent; I had wheels. I lived in that excitement for months.
Now — fifty years later — my new book is almost here. It is coming out February 9, 2015, and I find myself after many delays equally excited. hat same sense of joy is quietly building in the pit of my stomach. I can’t wait to see the cover; to hold it in my hands; to leaf through the pages; to see it on the bookstore shelf. The publication date is set. You’ll find it at amazon.com.
Alternative Healing Beyond Recovery 