Lost Legs

We are like men who have lost their legs; they never grow new ones. (Alcoholics Anonymous, page 30.) Acceptance. Giving upthose oughta, coulda, shouldas.I’ll never have the long fingersthat would have made it easierto play “Smile” when Daddyled singing at […]

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Why’s the cloud pink?  What makes that the color of delirious early recovery or achieving the groove again? When are clouds pink? At sunset! Well, maybe at dawn sometimes. Is that the connection, beginning, looking toward the full glory? “Paragon” defines pink […]

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