What happens when you spend over half your life drinking? You grow up, become an…
Walking into my parents’ house for the holidays always feels like walking into a bar,…
In my second week of sobriety, I lost my first friend. Wade was a tweaker…
Despite my twenty plus years in and out of the program, I have not been…
Pain meds were my gateway drug. After I lost my leg in a motorcycle accident…
On Monday nights, I perform with my all-female, all-sober improv team in the East Village.…
Before I started my recovery as an adult child of an alcoholic, I’d been unknowingly…
The last time I saw my husband, Liam, was about eight months ago. He lives…
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