Nothing Left to Prove: The Joy of Growing Older in Recovery

I entered recovery in handcuffs. I had chipped teeth, abscesses, a fresh diagnosis of Hepatitis C. But there I was, sitting in my County orange-colored jumpsuit, breathing in the fragrance of fresh opportunities.

Drinking in Japan

Japan was never the problem: it had been me all along! That realization led to an important discovery about my relationship with alcohol.