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The door is closed!

Early in my sobriety, when something didn’t happen the way I thought it should, I would sulk and pout, saying, “How can this be happening to me?” It would go on for days while I focused on myself and how … Continue reading

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Bless the Old Guy

Sometime in the mid-2000s, I packed all I owned and left the snowy northeast. It was a monumental move for me as I didn’t know a soul south of the Mason-Dixon Line, but I was willing to go to any … Continue reading

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