The Miracle

It’s easy to become confessional in a hotel bar…

A Picture of Sobriety

I got sober before Facebook arrived and started making our mistakes permanent. Of course I’ve seen other photos from my drinking days, but they don’t seem to have the power of that photo.

Christine (Part 3)

“I was ashamed that I’d been afraid but in the immediate aftermath of my attack, at my most paranoid and frightened, I believed she’d betrayed me and joined my attackers to torment me.”

Christine (Part 2)

“Stupidly, I moved out of the road up onto the narrow curb like a surfer trying to paddle around a shark—but it was too late. The wave crashed over me.”

Christine (Part 1)

“We traveled together on the ‘R’ train and said our good-byes with a mingling of tongues that made my tummy flip.”