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Tag Archives: alcoholism
A True Ghost Story
My mother got sober in 1982, after hitting her “low.” She totaled her car in Oakland, but has a difficult time filling in the blanks between living in Portland and her car being wrapped around a pole in California. She … Continue reading
The Cornelius Hotel
I was quick to pack up my belongings and sleeping bag and vacate the apartment before anyone would come by to check. Because I valued the space, I was certain to maintain the illusion of a vacant apartment and I … Continue reading
The Summer of Awakening and Loss
When the Greyhound arrived in Deer Lodge my grandparents were not there to meet me. After walking the 20 or so blocks to their house, I realized that my mother had neglected to contact them regarding my visit. After trying … Continue reading
Like the Wealthy Boycotting Walmart
It was the summer between my seventh and eighth grades years, the summer before the shit hit the fan. Mom was working at the Hooper Detox Center downtown Portland, where the paddy wagon would round the drunks off of the … Continue reading
Evel Knievel
Jason had one arm wrapped around the toilet and the other wrapped around the dog. He was crying, vomiting and lamenting about his step sister losing the clothes from his Evel Knievel doll. “Honey, Je’re stole my Evel Knievel clothes … Continue reading
The Demon in My Arms
Posted in 4th and 5th Grade- Deer Lodge, MT
Tagged alcoholism, childhood, DTs, memoir
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The DTs
Although many of these stories focus on the devastating effect my parents’ drug use and alcoholism had on us three kids growing up, it’s just as sad to look at my mother and recognize how deeply her alcoholism affected her … Continue reading
The Day We Set Wanda’s Couch on Fire
In 1973 it was common to call Native American people Indians. We lived in Montana and demographics always included a large percentage of Native American families. In my stories I refer to Native American’s as Indians, because it holds true … Continue reading
You’re Lost, Tell Me Who Are You?
Obviously I admire the artistic prowess of my family from a distance
Fuck One Day at a Time
Because my mother was in and out of sobriety and my father remained solidly out throughout our entire childhood, it was common that mom would schlep us off to Alateen so that we would have a clearer understanding of the … Continue reading
Raised By Wolves (I Wish) 