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The warm sun caresses my skin and the comforting scent of fresh baked bread lingers in the air. Passersby in circle-rimmed shades and high-waist jeans smile between puffs of cigarettes. Reminders … read more

One of my most handy and coincidently, destructive character traits is adaptation. As a child, I embraced change; moving from one house to the next, cutting my hair, and idolizing my babysitters w … read more

Before alcohol ever had me in its grips, and long before I would ever seek validation from a man, I knew what it felt like to be powerless. I think many of us eventually turn to alcohol to relieve … read more

In my early days of sobriety, the process of coming to rely on a Higher Power for direction and intuitive guidance was as challenging as putting down the drink. Despite my admittance of complete a … read more

Nothing quite compares to the sting of a childhood wound. When my reaction doesn’t match the density of a circumstance, I’m reminded that you’re still there. When I’ve realized I’ve completed yet a … read more