The Perilous Journey of a Tobacco Addict

Smoking was like kicking myself down the stairs every day: There she goes again. You’re nothing. Remember that. I had no words to describe my obsession back then. I was 12 years old and I didn’t know what was happening. I would phone my friend across the street and abruptly ask her without apology, “how… Continue reading The Perilous Journey of a Tobacco Addict

The Blessings of Going Back

“Pulling a geographic? Come to Jackson Hole! Great public transportation, decent jobs, and a beautiful environment to be miserable in.” It can be a scary thing to go back to the place you hit your “bottom.” It can also be extremely rewarding with unexpected miracles and blessings. I hit my bottom in Jackson Hole, Wyoming… Continue reading The Blessings of Going Back

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