There is nothing lacking when Grace arrives. There’s no place for shame. When grace and recovery meet, anything is possible.
I am part of a generation that will pave the way for a change in the way we view the American family.
My angry outbursts got progressively worse and less justified. I never laid a hand on anyone in my family, but the rage and level of intensity of my tirades had to have scared my kids to death.
The pieces of the puzzle were all there, albeit scattered and difficult to assemble. But families, supervisors, colleagues and the OPP as an organization need to work together more closely to achieve better outcomes going forward.
I know now the emotions I was struggling mightily to suppress are part of my humanity.
We are often told to live for today. I am trying hard to do just that.
Alcoholism and unresolved trauma are not the foundation on which to create a stable and loving home.
My infidelity that night in 2006 was only one act in a ten-year drama. Cindy's death didn't mean an end to my demons.
We will all face great loss in our life. It’s one of the few things of which we can be certain. Every one of us will be forced to make choices about how we deal with it. Some of us will face our loss and grief head on. Others, like me, will try to run. I ran until I could run no longer. And when I stopped, grief was right there waiting for me. Cindy MacKenzie took her last breath on March 26, 2010. She died of carbon monoxide poisoning, just like she intended. Cindy was my wife and the [...]