Voices of Recovery

The Color Dread

The Color Dread

I was five years old. daddy-Monster told me to take out the trash. I remember the color dread. What if I did it wrong? Then daddy-Monster would explode. But he didn’t explode. I must have done it right. I remember catholic...

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Prompt

Prompt

Write about the questions you have for your Higher Power. How can I find the answer to why I want to write? How can I uncover the obstacles that do not allow me to put pen to paper? How can I allow myself to learn the words that bring my writing piece alive? How can I...

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