When I was a child, my father smoked Carlton cigarettes in an endless stream: at the kitchen table, in the bathroom, in the yard, in the car, at his desk, at the bedside table.
I was lucky to have been splayed out on the street for only a few days. Most people aren’t so lucky and don’t have the same support. The first step is realizing it could happen to anyone. We’re all the same in that regard.
Intimate, meaningful, raw and honest, again, I’m moved by the story, the writing, and the ability to capture an individual experience that is at once universal to those of us that have ever struggled to move our selves beyond addiction. Thanks Jodi for sharing yet another piece of artful writing with the world.
I was lucky to have been splayed out on the street for only a few days. Most people aren’t so lucky and don’t have the same support. The first step is realizing it could happen to anyone. We’re all the same in that regard.
Thank you for sharing this.
Intimate, meaningful, raw and honest, again, I’m moved by the story, the writing, and the ability to capture an individual experience that is at once universal to those of us that have ever struggled to move our selves beyond addiction. Thanks Jodi for sharing yet another piece of artful writing with the world.