Under Every Skirt Is A Slip
It’s been a full year since I relapsed last October. Four years clean, gone. Hurricane Milton was rolling toward Tampa,...
Addiction
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This was written in 2013, just one year before my divorce journey began, as well as a collapse of sorts,...
Untitled Love Memo
Written in March 2018 The purpose today in therapy is to find mindfulness and peace in this session. It’s not...
Bill Nye vs Whiskey Rye
When I walked out of her office, I felt cheap. I felt like Paula Dean disguised in a police outfit...
Halfway Guass | In memory of William Noakes
When I first arrived at the halfway house, Bill was the second person I met. Tall and slender, I didn’t...
