Voices on Addiction: The Road Less Traveled By
Then the road less traveled by diverged in a wood and took him in the night.
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Join NOW!Then the road less traveled by diverged in a wood and took him in the night.
...moreThere is no finality to this grief. Only a series of losses, compounded.
...moreErica C. Barnett discusses her debut memoir, QUITTER.
...moreThe thing we most had in common was that none of us wanted to be there.
...moreAnything we write now is a primary source.
...moreI’m saying people can be imperfect and still be remembered as beautiful.
...moreI’ve known since I was a child that the world is ending. I felt it in my bones.
...moreWhen I imagine his days, the loneliness of it all makes my chest tighten.
...moreIt felt like the sun beating down on closed eyelids.
...moreMy family rarely throws the word addiction around. If we do, it is whispered.
...moreAs it turned out, though, it was he who would surprise me that evening.
...moreIn my secret mind I saw him; I spoke to him every day.
...moreWhat I know has taken a long time to learn, and even longer to accept.
...moreFind and replace. Food for alcohol. Daughter for dad.
...moreAs long as I could feel, I was going to get high.
...moreAfter, they said I was like a saint. Death changes people’s memory.
...moreWhy was he so broken? And why did his broken make me feel broken, too?
...moreA Rumpus series of work by women and non-binary writers that engages with rape culture, sexual assault, and domestic violence.
...moreBut we can make choices if we want to live. I believe that.
...moreThat’s how I felt again, then: a child suddenly fallen, helpless. Unable even to breathe.
...moreCan I be blamed for my relief? My anger?
...moreEva Hagberg Fisher discusses her debut memoir, HOW TO BE LOVED.
...moreI mis- / take this state for another. Take the wheel.
...moreA seagull plummeted into the wounded water.
...moreNothing in Texas came easy.
...moreThe truth is different. The truth is always different.
...moreIntellectually, I know Gracie’s mom loves her and needs help. In practice, I just want my daughter safe.
...moreI remember hunger the way other children remember love.
...more[A]s with any documentary, every one of our stories eventually becomes a ghost story. On a long enough timeline, that is.
...moreYou try to pass yourself off as a rock and the water just laughs. You try anyway.
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