The spring 1986, I walked out the doors of the University of the Pittsburgh School of Law swearing never to return. That may be a familiar sentiment of law students at many schools, but for me, I carried more than
Today marks fourteen-years in long-term recovery from alcohol and cocaine. I feel privileged to have had the support of family because many do not. Here are some thoughts.
My friend thought his physical problems were the side effects of our cocaine and alcohol binges. He was wrong.
I’m now sixty years old. Where the hell did all the years go?
Are finding the time for self-care?
In less than six months, I will turn sixty years old. I never dreamed that was possible in the abyss of drug and alcohol addiction.
Winter 2004. Las Vegas. Miami. Los Angeles. All places that hide my secrets. Drugs delivered to my hotel room in Vegas. Coke deals done with quick hand-to-hand exchanges under the cover of darkness just feet from the calming waves of
I found myself losing hope every time I refreshed the John Hopkins COVID map.
My quest to maintain a lifestyle wrapped around drugs and alcohol, dragged me down to become someone I never dreamed I’d be. An unethical lawyer.
“There is no such thing as a “high functioning”, impaired lawyer. There are only degrees of loss of functioning.”