Jan 20, 2026
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17 min read
“I used to be a bit of a cocky jerk and judgmental asshole, but there’s nothing like a twenty-year heroin habit to knock some of the snot nose out of you.”
Jan 18, 2026
13 min read
A new prompt for this month. Buddhism Megablast! Pema/Kornfield. More Ram Dass.
Jan 16, 2026
6 min read
Maggie Smith is this month’s TSB Poet Laureate.
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A look back at another year of Sober Oldster questionnaires.
“I honestly cannot think of anything about being in recovery that is harder than not being in recovery.”
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Is that even possible?
Another first-person essay on what it’s like to love an addict.
“When I consider what it must be like for him to feel that concern for other humans each day, I don’t have to wonder why it all became too much.”
by Jason Brown
“Once you’ve stopped anesthetizing yourself from reality you’re immediately forced to become present or die trying.”
A love song for Andrea Gibson.