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We don’t start with needles in our arms
Sometimes I write about parenthood. Sometimes I don’t. Today I’m writing about alcoholism. For those of you who are new here, I am a recovering alcoholic. On March 5, I will celebrate 5 years of...
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Journal entry: 3/5/14
On this day 5 years ago I woke up in a bed in mom’s house and it was not a special day. I had called in sick to work, again, and I was sweaty with a pounding head. The sun insisted on attacking my...
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To the stinking alcoholic at the liquor store last week
It was 12:30pm last Sunday in a liquor store. You stood in front of me at the checkout in a ruffled skirt and combat boots and tights. It was too hot for such a get-up. You’d probably been wearing it...
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We don’t start with needles in our arms
Sometimes I write about parenthood. Sometimes I don’t. Today I’m writing about alcoholism. For those of you who are new here, I am a recovering alcoholic. On March 5, I will celebrate 5 years of...
View ArticleJournal entry: 3/5/14
On this day 5 years ago I woke up in a bed in mom’s house and it was not a special day. I had called in sick to work, again, and I was sweaty with a pounding head. The sun insisted on attacking my...
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To the stinking alcoholic at the liquor store last week
It was 12:30pm last Sunday in a liquor store. You stood in front of me at the checkout in a ruffled skirt and combat boots and tights. It was too hot for such a get-up. You’d probably been wearing it...
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We don’t start with needles in our arms
Sometimes I write about parenthood. Sometimes I don’t. Today I’m writing about alcoholism. For those of you who are new here, I am a recovering alcoholic. On March 5, I will celebrate 5 years of...
View ArticleJournal entry: 3/5/14
On this day 5 years ago I woke up in a bed in mom’s house and it was not a special day. I had called in sick to work, again, and I was sweaty with a pounding head. The sun insisted on attacking my...
View ArticleClik here to view.
To the stinking alcoholic at the liquor store last week
It was 12:30pm last Sunday in a liquor store. You stood in front of me at the checkout in a ruffled skirt and combat boots and tights. It was too hot for such a get-up. You’d probably been wearing it...
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