The Fifth Horseman
In the first few hours of the morning light, as dawn touches a world that does not wake to it, …
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In the first few hours of the morning light, as dawn touches a world that does not wake to it, …
When my dad had to write two versions of his obituary for an AA exercise, in one version he died …
My #NationalRecoveryMonth posts, in honor of the 20th Anniversary of my dad’s death, continue: Today is about those touched by …
Sharing the addiction journey of my father for #NationalRecoveryMonth and the 20th Anniversary of his death: This song, to me, …
Continuing my father’s addiction story for #NationalRecoveryMonth and the 20th anniversary of his death: The song I am posting speaks …
In honor of #NationalRecoveryMonth and the 20th Anniversary of my dad’s passing, I shared bits and pieces of his battle …
It’s been over twenty years since I lost my father to alcoholism. I don’t talk about him or his disease …
“I don’t believe in hell,” I blurted. It was a half-shouted whisper, a hiss only audible to the person next …
“It’s just the house settling,” the man says, barely looking up as the woman glances toward the creaking coming from …
“I think I’ve always felt like this. When I was five, there was a cat stuck in a tree in our yard and…I rescued it.” There was a collective gasp and this time even the director couldn’t hide the disdain that so closely mimicked his father’s