I felt that profound curiosity which everyone of us feels every day of his life to know something of the inner impulses which stir his nearest neighbor.Read More
I went camping and the moon was full and when it reached in the sky to eleven o’clock I abandoned my fire and walked. The San Rafael River gargled like the sound of a thousand thrushes in the distance. The desert sand glistened.
Five years ago, when I got clean, there were a handful of people who said I was doing sobriety wrong. There still are. This article is for them, and for anyone in recovery who senses that sometimes it's the people who want the best for us that hold us down.Read More