Friday, May 8, 2015

Feeling The Feelings
Grieving My Brother's Death in Sobriety    
I had not been drinking this particular Sunday, which was unheard of for me. I can't remember a Sundayprior to this that you wouldn't have found me at a local terrace cafĂ© that offered bottomless mimosas for $10. I was usually in a blackout by3 p.m., but this day I didn't go and I hadn't been drinking.

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