Drugs used to mask my wrath.But my fury wasn’t physical. Instead, I’d take people hostage…
For us recovering alcoholics and addicts, it often seems like we never really stop trying…
Growing up, I always hated my face. I felt chubby, blotchy, undefined and unlovable. Drinking…
For years after I quit drinking, I dreaded coming home to my empty apartment. Without…
I was sitting in an Al-Anon meeting next to a friend of mine and was…
It’s good he’s in jail. See, he thrives in jail. He’s clean in jail. He’s…
This is something I should have written back in 2003—specifically mid-November, before Thanksgiving, which was…
Did you have a high bottom? Did she go out again? How much time do…
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