Part one of a 12-part, autobiographical series about addiction and recovery.

A memory — The smell of a textile mill and the aroma of oil soaked flooring permeated my dad’s clothing. His work ethic and his value of providing for his family sustained him. It was many years before I would learn just how difficult it was for our family when I was a boy.
HIs memory lives in me and I hope that this hopeful essay helps to kindle in the reader a similar gladness for the past.

A personal story about finding true love, even if it is in a place I didn’t originally expect to find it.

INTRODUCTION.

A very profound lyric.

The pain of love.

A lyric.

A lyric.

Ruler of the jungle.

A profound lyric.