Every June 17th, I’m reminded of Father’s Day 1990 — the day my “one day at a time” journey began —  and in a few weeks I’ll be 36 years sober. Never in my dreams did I think I could go a single day without a drink.

The fun stopped long before I put the bottle down. From my first sip as a young teen to the last gulp in my late-30s, there were always consequences. Whatever my reasons for drinking, they were all wrong. I was never a casual drinker, it was all or nothing.

Through the grace of God, divine intervention, and a firm push from my sister — (she was the ultimate catalyst for my surrender) — I finally admitted out loud I needed help. Though it felt like the worst, little did I know at the time it was the very best day of my life. For all the gifts sobriety has given me I am grateful, humbled and blessed to be here.

Congratulations Scottsdale Providence for a decade of providing healing and hope.

A huge thank you to all of our amazing contributors for bringing this issue together. 

Happy Pride Month and Men’s Health Month!