Family Therapy in The House of Dust, Part Eight, The Rest of the Trip

The drive is uneventful otherwise.  We talk some but mostly we listen to Steve’s CD’s.  He has them in a metal case and he’s very good about changing them.  He has a variety of music and I don’t get bored.  We stop for gas, a Coke for me.  We polish…

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Family Therapy in The House of Dust, Part Three

        Mom launches into a reminiscence about her own parents.  Her mother had to get up every morning and make biscuits from scratch on an old wood cook stove.  My grandfather would sit on a straight-backed chair next to the stove and rock back and forth on the back legs…

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Addiction to The Forbidden Bean

What if you had an addiction to a substance for which there was no rehab? What if you couldn’t tell anyone about your addiction? In Tee Rutledge I may have created the ideal fictional addict, but there are many correlations to real life addiction. First of all, she has no…

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Drinking Alone

You’d think I’d be used to it by now.  If you follow me anywhere, Twitter, Facebook, etc., you are already aware of my white zin addiction.  It’s sad but true.  The cheaper the better and I drink it over ice.  Anyone shuddering out there, yet?  Sutter Home is okay, but I…

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