“Every day since Wyatt died, a tsunami of grief assaulted me, sent me crashing into memories, and sucked my dreams away in its undertow. I didn’t know when or how I’d ever experience the soft swell of happiness and comfort… — Christa Allan Copy Share Image
“It was only my first AA meeting, but I was certain assaulting a fellow alcoholic wasn't one of those Twelve Steps.” — Christa Allan Copy Share Image
“Every day since Wyatt died, a tsunami of grief assaulted me, sent me crashing into memories, and sucked my dreams away in its undertow.… — Christa Allan Copy Share Image
“Home was a place where you were supposed to feel safe, protected, accepted. Not the place where lies lurked and truth was held hostage.… — Christa Allan Copy Share Image
“at points in our lives, we have to choose the hills we’re willing to die on.” — Christa Allan Copy Share Image
“Well, if you’re a real alcoholic, then where are you stashing it? That's what real alcoholics do, right? Hide bottles?” — Christa Allan Copy Share Image
“Before my trembling hands could drop the gift, I bolted. Kicked the door closed with my foot and threw the gift in the back… — Christa Allan Copy Share Image
“You don't have a license to speed through all those (TV) channels.” — Christa Allan Copy Share Image
“Recovering Leah knows fear stands for false expectations appearing real.” — Christa Allan Copy Share Image
