Voices on Addiction: Keep It Simple, Sweetheart
Finding joy in the now, even as death and difficulty mark the days, is possible, a choice, and a practice.
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Posts Tagged: drunk
Voices on Addiction: Fallen
There is no finality to this grief. Only a series of losses, compounded.
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Voices on Addiction: Jack and the Boss
My sobriety is still a mystery to me. Forty years this December.
...moreThe Rumpus Interview with Mila Jaroniec
Mila Jaroniec talks about her debut novel Plastic Vodka Bottle Sleepover,” writing autofiction, the surprising similarity between selling sex toys and selling books, and the impact of having a baby on editing.
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Womanly Arts
This is the hearth. This is the knot. This is home. The woman bent over a sewing machine, the steady hum of the motor, the needle rising and sinking.
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The Lonely Voice #27: William Trevor, What Haunts Us Is Us
And this is the majesty of William Trevor. He creates—and at the same time affirms—the dark we’ve all got inside us. He gives our nightmares flesh.
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Voices on Addiction: 365 Days without You
The men in my family don’t live long, you foretold. Damn you. Drunks and rock stars don’t grow up.
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The Sunday Rumpus Essay: The Right to Remain
In jail for drunk driving, dried blood stiffening her jeans, Alexis Paige waits to hear if anyone was hurt in the accident she caused and tries to mean it when she tells herself she’ll quit drinking.
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The Part of Stories One Never Quite Believes
And maybe that’s the ticket: grace. It was the year I expected harsh karma. But instead, I called my friends from the gutters of Hollywood and they picked me up. Every time.
...more500 Years of Drunk
How many different words are there for “intoxicated”? Quite a lot, as it turns out—writers have been inventing new words to describe inebriation for just about as long as they’ve been drinking. A new book exploring the history of synonyms of wasted reveals the origins of some five hundred years of poggled language. The Atlantic […]
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Instead of Crossing
I believe it started with a slug and three hundred pellets leaving my uncle’s yard and ending their journey two trailers down.
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