alcoholic
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From the Archives: Rumpus Original Fiction: Prescriptions
I wore sobriety like a shirt that was too tight in the shoulders, and everyone around me knew it.
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From the Archives: Rumpus Original Fiction: Lunch Money
Out here on the balcony, perched three stories above the ground, we’re in her world.
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From the Archives: Voices on Addiction: None of This Is Bullshit
I was fine. No one and nothing could hurt me.
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Voices on Addiction: Motherless in Albertsons
I am sick with grief, triggered by my mother’s death, in turn triggered by Chardonnay.
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Voices on Addiction: System Failure
“Was it vodka?” Mama said. Her voice had cracks in it. Why ask? She knew.
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Voices on Addiction: Safety in a Blue Light
Television babysat our family—our thirteen-channel set, reception via a rooftop antenna.
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Voices on Addiction: Searching for Lilacs
It hadn’t felt like teasing. It felt the way it always did these days—that I had disappointed her.
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Voices on Addiction: Family Tree
The toll I took on people I love can’t be measured. But I want to know.
