I’m probably not the first law student to argue their first-year moot court intoxicated, but I’m probably in an elite group in that regard.
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.
It’s an excellent time for an uplifting story of recovery, resilience, and redemption. Domenick is a third-year law student at Seton Hall. “I used to wake up every day at 3 am, cold, angry, and sweaty. Cold because my body
On April 8th I celebrated my abstinence-based, thirteen years in long term recovery from alcohol, cocaine, and bulimia (Yes, males develop eating disorders). I reflect with mixed feelings as it also falls on what would be the ninety-fourth birthday of
It’s a cool and overcast February afternoon as I turn my car into the parking lot of Green Oaks Hospital. Fifteen years ago, my brothers executed the same turn with me, an unwilling passenger in the back seat. Today is
In less than a year, I turn sixty-years old. Not quite senior, but certainly approaching the cusp. I have reflected on words my father spoke often to my brothers and me growing up in Pittsburgh. “Today is the youngest you
We allowed our father to pass with as much dignity as is possible under the relentless assault of advancing dementia. There was no debate over whether to stop the clock and restore what was possible. He would be allowed to
Last night is a blur. The bars, the booze, the blow. No memory of last-call or the journey home. My fingers feel swollen and clunky as I try to open the cellophane bag on the nightstand, ultimately tearing it, sending
It sometimes seems like my entire life is processing either the direct or secondary trauma of my past. Traumatic echoes of events that, for the most part, years and decades past, seem to invade every sense, as well as my