Local voices chime in on a variety of topics.
The only money that belongs solely to me exists in a Venmo account where I’ve squirreled away my earnings from various writing projects over the years. The money was intended to be a little scratch with which I could gamble and make frivolous purchases that would incense my wife, such as a reprint of Leroy Neiman’s painting of the final frame of “Rocky III”.
While I have new thoughts bubbling up all the time, I’m not above stealing borrowing employing the fair-use doctrine to create derivative works for the purpose of satire.
You know you’ve got a problem. You’re using every day, maybe drinking to black out every night. Maybe dope has stopped being a once-in-an-ever-increasing-while thing and has become a habit—which is what you suspect you’ve got. You feel like you might be powerless over the substance, but you’re pretty sure you can quit on your own.
I haven’t had a drink or used any mind-altering substances since May 21, 2007, which seems a long time to many of you, long enough to raise the question of why I continue to go to various meetings and focus daily on my recovery.
I wholeheartedly endorse June Trisciani for Mayor of Manchester. June possesses a unique blend of leadership qualities, a deep commitment to the arts, and a vision for our community that aligns with the cultural aspirations of our city.
Simply put: We need to build more housing. But four main factors stand in the way: the cost of lumber, the lack of labor, limits on land supply, and laws and regulations. To put it more succinctly: lumber, labor, land, and laws.
One individual who stands out as a true leader is Will Stewart, who exemplifies the best our community has to offer. He does so by showing up to diverse spaces humbly and open-minded, recognizing that he is continuously growing and learning. He is dedicated to bringing results to our city.
Recovery is a journey and not a destination. The path each of us chooses to experience that journey can involve a lot of pieces from a bunch of different sources. Until a few years ago, Farnum Center, the local treatment center, incorporated Three Principles Recovery, drawn from the work and thoughts of Sydney Banks.
My problem was not alcohol. My problem was that my only solution to life was alcohol. It may have been a solution that carried lots of future complications, but alcohol was the one surefire way I knew to feel significantly better about life.
While I’m still working through the trauma with a therapist, here is the quick-and-dirty: After consuming far too many whiskey sours at the open bar of a wedding where I was one of the groomsmen, I was loose, feeling the groove, cutting the proverbial rug with my girlfriend on the edge of the dance floor beside a bay window with crimson curtains.