I was standing in a hallway at the John Jay College of Criminal Justice in New York, on a 15 minute break from the leadership development cohort I had been accepted into several months earlier....
Printing 75 doubled-sided PowerPoint presentations was always time-consuming — but the excitement I felt knowing that a training was a mere 48 hours away always negated the boredom...
Late this summer, I was sitting on the beach at Lake Chelan with my seven year old son Cooper, taking in the gorgeous Eastern Washington summer weather...
This March, I was in Washington D.C. to lead a training on leadership principles for individuals working to address substance use in their communities.
George Floyd lost his life at the hands of police on May 25th, 2020. Today, for the first time, nearly a month after his death, I’m choosing to say something about his death publicly.
Seven years ago, I woke up on my third day of a 28 day stint in an inpatient treatment facility. My addictions to alcohol and gambling had finally caught up with me.
I was standing in a hallway at the John Jay College of Criminal Justice in New York, on a 15 minute break from the leadership development cohort I had been accepted into several months earlier....
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