After relaxing on the sofa with my four-year-old son on a pretty typical Friday evening I heard my doorbell ring. I had no idea that every parent’s worst nightmare was waiting on the other side... Read more >>

I have been an addict for the past seventeen years, which is a shorter time than my children have been alive. I was sent to prison four different times between 1995 and 2000, serving a total of four... Read more >>

Time is a commodity. It’s been compared with money. We only have so much of it in this lifetime, so time is precious. And how we spend our time says a lot about what is important to us. Recently... Read more >>

Each year we have hundreds of new cases of homelessness in San Francisco. There are many root causes: poverty, lack of jobs, lack of affordable housing, mental illness, drug abuse and alcoholism. But... Read more >>

It all started at the age of nine when I realized what my father was really saying to me, and how it hurt and realized that he didn’t understand me at all. Not only did he hurt me with his... Read more >>

January is National Mentoring Month. Being a mentor can mean different things to different people. When I was growing up, my parents were divorced and my mother worked full time. My dad moved away,... Read more >>

As I was about to turn myself in I was thinking I need to get a drink one more time. It seemed like the right thing to do. So I headed for the store, but I was not old enough, so I had to have someone... Read more >>

My son started therapy when he was six years old. His therapist used play to let him express his feelings, and sort through the traumas of his early life. She taught him that it was okay to talk about... Read more >>

My name is Cheryl and I am thirty-nine years old. I was married to a man whom I thought was my prince charming. Boy, was I wrong … I was blinded by his charm and good looks. I was so... Read more >>