It’s the Baby

| This is the 472nd story of Our Life Logs | Even now I’m still stunned when I think of the way it all went so fantastically to hell in front of my eyes. And then, what it took to bring me back to earth. I come from a small town in the South (USA). I was raised poor, the eldest of four that my momma had … Continue reading It’s the Baby

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There Is Life After Opioids

| This is the 426th story of Our Life Logs | I woke to the sound of a nearby train as it whooshed by. I groaned as I stretched my legs out on the compact, double seat of a CTA train I’d chosen for refuge the night before. It wasn’t comfy, but it beat Chicago’s cold and grimy streets. Pain shot through my limbs as I shifted, … Continue reading There Is Life After Opioids