This weekend, my daughter married the love of her life. As I reflect on the day, I am struck by the gift of presence —
During my recent solo-backpacking adventure on Isle Royale, I came upon a stretch of solid rock—about 50 yards wide and 100 yards long. The trail
Driving home after my seaplane flight back from a six-day solo backpacking adventure on Isle Royale—a rugged wilderness in the middle of Lake Superior—I found
There’s a moment in recovery when we realize:We’re not just giving up a substance — we’re giving up an identity. For years, I clung to
For most of my life, I lived in two places: I was everywhere… except here. Even during the years I served as a pastor, I
A Journey of Falling Apart, Waking Up, and Showing Up My name is Don Phelps, and I’m a person in long‑term recovery. There was a
