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.
...moreThis was a reconnaissance mission. My intention was to save her, not alienate her.
...moreI can tell he knows exactly what kind of trouble I like.
...moreThe toll I took on people I love can’t be measured. But I want to know.
...moreI want to see myself as a whole person.
...moreRachel Genn discusses her new novel, WHAT YOU COULD HAVE WON.
...moreI always thought I was too smart to be one of those girls.
...moreErica C. Barnett discusses her debut memoir, QUITTER.
...moreThe thing we most had in common was that none of us wanted to be there.
...moreI needed my beauty to be invisible, either accidental or not at all.
...moreI want to respond from my heart—not my anger, my judgment, my desire.
...moreThe system does not protect or serve those we call “aliens.”
...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.
...moreBut we can make choices if we want to live. I believe that.
...moreThere was no map, no compass. Just me, the needle, and heroin.
...moreDaniel Gumbiner discusses his debut novel, THE BOATBUILDER.
...moreIt’s hard to build a life, no matter who you are, Dresner suggests.
...moreBen Gwin discusses his debut novel, Clean Time: The True Story of Ronald Regan Middleton, the book’s unique structure, and writing satire.
...moreWhat would it be like to not be us? We were trying to figure out so much about the world then, and this is something we could never get to the bottom of.
...moreShe never stopped, a bee buzzing from flower to flower to flower, collecting all the sweetness she could.
...moreShame is a treble hook that tells me that 1) I not only fail but am a failure, that 2) I not only damage people but I am damaged, and that 3) I not only lie but I am a lie.
...more“No one knows how to handle it,” I tell her, but I can see she’s angry and I’m speaking into the wind.
...moreWhat is marriage but another form of colonization? A renaming? A power taken, a power taken away?
...moreThe world is a merry-go-round, a sawed-off shotgun, a ticker tape. There’s no struggle now. There’s only darkness, breathlessness, exit—
...moreJoshua Mohr discusses his memoir Sirens, writing for his daughter, and why he values art that trusts its audience.
...moreTrying to protect him from himself is like trying to protect atmosphere from weather.
...moreThe word rehab is short for rehabilitate, which means to restore to a former capacity. Like houses, I remember thinking. Demo the kitchen. Tear down the walls.
...moreI will always feel a little broken. Intellectually, I know her disease is “not my fault.” But I’m her mother. I will always partially feel the blame.
...moreHere is something I’ve always believed: Just knowing I am an artist, asserting that identity, is more important than what I produce. It is a victory in itself.
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