troubled teenager – Walk the Moon

The Ridge- REPUBLISHED

Into the Wilderness: Story 6 Our rented SUV was one of the last in the parent caravan. We drove along winding paved roads until we turned off onto dirt pathways, passing white clapboard houses nestled among the hills, weathered with moss, a lone horse, a few sheep hugging dilapidated barns. Then, we turned onto pittedContinue reading “The Ridge- REPUBLISHED”

Sunshine- Republished

Into the Wilderness: Story 4 When Catina went into the wilderness, we did too. Our wilderness was inside us, the intricate branching of thought and memory that builds up over time. The feelings we had pushed aside- that most adults push aside- sprouted like seedlings in sun. I became aware of my part. I haveContinue reading “Sunshine- Republished”

Moonshine- Republished

Into the Wilderness: Story 2 When I think of moonshine it’s not bootleg whiskey that comes to mind. It’s the bold calling of the moon through the sugar maples and hemlocks on the Blue Ridge mountains. Late summer heat and humidity be damned, Catina, Chuck and I snuggled together on her sleeping bag looking atContinue reading “Moonshine- Republished”

The Long Haul

Into the Wilderness: Story 24 Residential treatment was the long haul. Months and months of separation, broken up by 5-hour flights to Utah for parents’ seminars. Delayed flights and connections during which I walked the length of every terminal in the Salt Lake City airport over and over. It’s a familiar place for RTC parents.Continue reading “The Long Haul”

Slow burn

Into the Wilderness: Story 10 Five couples, two single fathers, a single mom and an aunt- we were all seated in a wood paneled B&B living room on over-stuffed country sofas and chairs, mostly staring at our fidgeting or folded hands in our laps. We were together because we had something in common- our teensContinue reading “Slow burn”

Seesaw

Into the Wilderness: Story 9 “Good job, mom.” When a child graduates high school with honors, gets into a good college, becomes a high-earning professional, or achieves a special award, I will, like many, credit the mom. I know the nights of walking the floor with a screaming infant or staying up late to supportContinue reading “Seesaw”