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My Earliest Memory

Marjorie had just had her third birthday and was feeling very grown up. Across the living room, Rusty, their long haired mutt lay beneath the black and white stove, his body propped against the legs that looked like claws. Bread was in the oven and the smell drifted throughout the…

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Help Along the Way

I recently heard a valuable set of words, “Happiness is fleeting, honor is immortal.” They made a great impression on me. Over the years I have tucked pieces of wisdom into my brain. Most remained in their useless state until after I went through recovery. As I moved through the…

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