
I woke up…to a barrage of text messages from friends… It was 10 a.m., and I was contextless.
I woke up…to a barrage of text messages from friends… It was 10 a.m., and I was contextless.
You are talking—it’s not really your fault that to everyone besides Ma, Baba and me, your sounds don’t hold meaning.
It is interesting, the thoughts that accompany solitary journeys down long corridors.
You remember hearing how your ancestry traces back to mountain dwellers in Japan.
In my memory, the sheets are crisp and white, but that doesn’t make sense to me now.
Maybe redemption is not a place you find, but a system of mapmaking. Sketch a land. Pencil in dragons. Imagine it real, resplendent, and broken under a waxing moon. Lessons and Carols: A Mediation on Recovery is a genre-bending memoir that explores the aftershocks of alcoholism and mental illness through a fresh look at the powers…