Change has Arrived

It was 2008, and we were on the blue line trolley heading to San Ysidro, where we would cross the border into Tijuana. We were gambling with this homeless hustler. He had a crack rock and three cups, and he shuffled them in circles on a bible while we picked the cup the rock was…

Recover on the Downhill

My mom was a collegiate runner, and she instilled her disciplined training ethic in me. It would take years for me to understand the profound impact her influence had, and how I learned to cope with suffering in such a way that I can now accept pain and push through my thresholds. The most profound…

Lawns

I don't know why... But I think of you when I mow lawns. It's strange. I know. I think about where you might be right now. I hope you will do more with the deck you've been dealt than I have mine. Most of all, I hope you never have to support yourself by mowing lawns!…

The Hallways of Desperation

I parked and walked into the San Diego Alano Club meeting room. This is the place where I took my first steps towards redemption. This is the place where I found my freedom. This is also a place many in the recovery community consider the bottom of the barrel. I like it though. It's rare…

Quality and Quantity

This is the least consistent I've ever been in publishing. I can't say that I'm neglecting my writing, because the content that I'm coming up with is great, but it's undeveloped. My experiences are in a state of flux, and they are still completing and synchronizing into trains of thought. You know what I mean?…