After decades leading an addiction recovery center I had poured my heart into, I experienced a seismic shift after stepping down from the role that had defined me.

For years, my identity was etched onto the nameplate on my office door, secured by a designated parking space and defined by the title “Founder.” I had been the healer,

the one with the answers, the person people sought out.

Then, almost overnight, the world went quiet — the nameplate was gone, the parking space was for someone else, and the healer became the wounded one. I was left

asking the same question many of us face after a long career:

Who am I now?

He gives me hope that good May overcome evil.

An updated version of my “You don’t have to be an addict to be in recovery” sermon.

The college admissions issue is bigger than affirmative action and we should address its roots…

Joe Biden's statement, "This is not a normal court," got me thinking …

What happens after the Fifteen Days of Light? How do we sustain this effort and resist the forces of hatred and separation? Sign me up!

Let’s become an army of the worlds most dangerous women!

The Queen is dead. Long live the Queen ….

How odd that she has become heroic, a conservative Republican I disagree with politically on every issue, who has become an exemplar of principle and truth …

Social conditioning trains us to go along to get along and potential whistleblowers fear isolation and condemnation.