When I was 14 years old, my parents had a party. I remember one of the guests coming up and telling me I should go for a walk because I have too much energy to just sit around. Her name was Buff, and that night began my informal training in the Art of the Wise, […]
Read More My PaganismSo, about this recovery thing… When I first started this blog a year ago, I was nearing the completion of my Masters in Addiction Studies. I figured that a graduate degree, along with 24 years of long-term recovery qualified me to make some observations about recovery. Most of my observations were pretty critical: the cult […]
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