Blackouts are periods of intoxication during which the individual is unable to form or store new memories, though he or she appears to be awake and alert. It is not a good sign.

By Ron T

Mark came to at 30 miles an hour. This was just an estimate because his attention was in the rearview mirror. They seemed to be chasing him, these freakish-looking men. As his focus returned he could see carnival booths passing by. My God, he surmised, I am on the midway.

By Greg Brewer

I used to be an over-the-road truck driver.

Have you ever found yourself driving at night on a long unfamiliar stretch of highway in a place you’ve never been?

After miles and miles, the reality that you’re lost sets in; by then, you’ve been lost for so long you can’t recall how many miles and how much time has passed.

You start to wonder where you made your mistake, where you made your wrong turn. You ask yourself, “How can I turn around and find my way home?

This is my story of a lost man finding his way home.

By Suzi Parker

In the 1990s, transitional housing began, well, transitioning out of fashion.

According to the U.S. Department of Housing and Urban Development, transitional housing is defined as a project that has as its purpose facilitating the movement of homeless individuals and families to permanent housing within a reasonable amount of time — usually 24 months.

Such transitional programs —  often known as half-way houses —  are aimed at subgroups of the homeless population thought to need special assistance in making the transition to permanent housing.

My name is Linda.  I am a survivor of verbal, emotional, and sexual abuse in my marriage, and I struggle with multiple facets of co-dependency including pride, control, self-sufficiency, shame, and isolation. Jesus Christ is my Higher Power.

I was born in rural Alabama, the youngest of six children of Godly parents. My dad did sharecrop farming and later built houses.  My mom worked hard at home and picked and chopped cotton to buy my school supplies and clothes. We were extremely poor, but I never felt ashamed because it didn’t seem to matter.