Voices on Addiction
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Voices on Addiction: A Small, Dry Place
My earliest impressions of my father are like the negatives in a reel of over-exposed 35mm film, the kind of images that were returned from the photo lab with quality control stickers, marked “light damaged.”
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Voices on Addiction: The Shape of Memory
He smelled of faint traces of acetone and the lemon hand soap he always used. He smelled like home.
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Voices on Addiction: What I Learned About Myself from Watching Intervention
At one point, I admired her. She acted how I wished I could.
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Voices on Addiction: Gotta Light?
Was he going to show up and tell our parents? What would we say? Would we lie? Would Sarah cry again?
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Voices on Addiction: Dodging Rocks
I was also told that Sophie’s first words as she was tackled by police and hit the cold, hard linoleum of the PO’s office were, “Tell Dad I’m sorry.”
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Voices on Addiction: Harm Reduction
If I could describe this point in my life in the simplest terms possible, I would say this: it was not sustainable.
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Voices on Addiction: Badfish, Don’t Bother Me
Probably, then and there on the wraparound porch, I should have known to turn around, should have left it all to someone else—the missing key an omen. But I was always going to find it.
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“Simply tell the story”: A VOA Mini-interview with Nikkya Hargrove
…family relationships can and do change, and those we feel “kin” to can also change.
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Voices on Addiction: Second Chances
Had he, like me, been the only one left, doing the best he could, showing up for emergencies?
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Voices on Addiction: Fifteen Places
She is refusing; she is refusing me. I am not a mother; I don’t feel like a mother.
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Voices On Addiction: Incorrigible, A Love Story
I wanted to be good so my mother would love me. But I didn’t know how.
