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We have signs all over the state about fines and penalties for people who litter, and yet, I feel like they are not enforced to their fullest.
You see, as an intro to the piece, I talked about how every man wants to be remembered for his uniqueness, and included comments about three genuine Guinness world-record holders. Among them was—you guessed it—Brad Ladner, who owns the world’s largest collection of Batman collectibles.
In other words, I’m calling for all of us in recovery to look unflinchingly at our earning power today versus when we got sober and to give 10% of our income to charity.
We have celebrated our support in the community every step of the way, and we want to invite the community to celebrate ours. Recently one of our two founders, Manuel Ramirez, stepped down from the board to take on a role as our first full-time Artist in Residence.
With a critical swing vote soon to be lost, reading last week’s majority opinion is enough to make you gather up the torches and pitchforks and head for Washington.
The closest that I can come to is imagine holding your breath and screaming at yourself not to take a breath – I mean really scream at yourself not to take a breath and your body is saying to take that breath. It just is, it’s a fight, flight survival instinct – and that’s what happens in active addiction.
You have not seen glamour until you’ve seen 1932’s multi-Oscar winning, The Great Ziegfeld.
How can we stop the growing incidence of suicide.
President Donald Trump’s tariffs are starting to matter. The stock market is tanking, and Harley-Davidson says its next expansion will be overseas, costing American jobs.
If you are a parent, wanting to create some new, positive memories with your child, go get a book, sit down on the floor, and use the book to have a conversation. The impact will be immediate.
What NEPOOL is voting on Tuesday would allow journalists to attend NEPOOL meetings upon payment of $5,000 per year. That’s certain to deter serious energy journalists who know why NEPOOL matters. Even if their budgets allowed for such expenditures, journalism ethics generally preclude paying for access.
It’s critical that we hear from families, from doctors, from insurance companies, from lawmakers, from various providers and from the non-profits who work with all involved to guarantee access to quality care.
This is the first of two articles from an interview that I conducted with two guys in recovery who work at Hope for New Hampshire Recovery in Manchester. This week is Adam’s story, about how he became addicted to opioids and his journey to recovery.
Despite a strong economy and low unemployment rates, Manchester, like many areas in our state and elsewhere, has a high number of homeless families whose incomes cannot compete for decent housing.
I hope I’m not the only one wondering how much longer we will condone inappropriate behavior with our collective silence.
oday, as in 1840, 1900, 1920 or 1980, getting sober is hard for an alcoholic; staying sober is nearly impossible without some kind of active program of recovery.
No one was shot. No police dog was released. No Tasers, no real force at all. But why did all the force come to my street? SWAT team with a BEAR CAT, 22 rifles in all for a man who had quietly confided in his brother that he’d lost his will to live? No mental health crisis team came, only heavily armed police officers.
I ignored both posts, not because I’m a total heathen, but because depression scares the shit out of me. I don’t want to talk about it, recognize it, feel the heat coming off the disease, because it seems that once “it” gets under one’s skin, well, you either try to burn it out with pills or tighten the belt all on your own.
Imagine if students from all four of our high schools could come together for a district-wide theater arts collaborative, making McAllaster home base, and staging one major production each school year pooling talent from all four schools, including technical support from MST students?