Getting sober was never something I could have done on my own. But I didn’t always…
Guns were made for killing, but the way I drank it was more likely that…
When I fell into recovery, it wasn’t from being surrounded by a lake of booze…
I am in a complicated marriage, to say the least. Don’t get me wrong, we…
Flickering eyelids pull my brain back into my Brooklyn bedroom. I’m disoriented, it takes me…
On a gentle Sunday morning I awoke in my partner’s arms, someone with whom I…
I love addicts: I’ve probably loved them since I was born. I just didn’t know…
I don’t think I’ll ever forget the first few months I spent getting high on…
