SO GRATEFUL!

I am so grateful to all my blog viewers. Since publishing my book and blogging more; I've more than doubled my page views. Thank you so much! It warms my heart that my work is appreciated. Your page views show me that. Thank you!

May I Suggest...

I've just come across a wonderful website for parents whose children are battling addiction. It's called "The Addict's Mom"-Sharing Without Shame. It is also for dad's, siblings, grandparents, family and friends who are close to someone with an addiction. It is a place to learn about other families and how they deal with addiction in their lives. It has focus groups, shares poetry, art and feelings. Mostly, it offers support, something families desperately need while dealing with an addicted loved one. Even though my drama no longer exists, I feel a responsibility to share my strength and experience and continue to learn and listen. No one ever knows what life will throw at them.

OH, BOY!!! FIVE MORE STARS & STELLAR REVIEW

5.0 out of 5 stars

Could NOT put this book down, September 29, 2013

By 

Yael Brudner - See all my reviews

This review is from: Fifth Child: The Turbulent Path That Led to Parenting Our Child's Child (Paperback)

Fifth Child is a fascinating true story about one family's journey dealing with addiction. I read this book in a couple of days and couldn't put it down! The author Lynne Gassel has the unique ability to connect the reader to the characters as if they were part of the family...I cried and laughed and cried again! Thank you Lynne for sharing your amazing story with us.

CHAPTER SNIPPET

Missteps

I’m just trying to find a good ending.  –Brady, age 6                                                                                                         

Worried that Jaime would slip away in the night, neither of us slept well. Stu and I held onto each other tightly, hoping it would help us fall asleep, but I kept listening for the front door to open or the start of a car engine. Thankfully, the night was uneventful.

In the morning, we drove straight to the outpatient rehab facility located inside our local hospital. I felt like I was having an out-of-body experience, as I rode the empty elevator up to the floor labeled “Chemical Dependency Treatment.” I never imagined our family would be here and hoped I wouldn’t see anyone I knew. I didn’t want to have to explain anything, at least not yet. When we reached the front desk, the receptionist was very friendly and asked us if we’d like water or coffee while we waited.    I’d rather have a new life, I thought.