H. J. BuellMy Father’s SuicideI was five when I found my father’s lifeless body sprawled across the floor of his study. I didn’t understand he was dead. I was just a…Sep 8, 2016Sep 8, 2016
H. J. BuellThis Is AlcoholismI woke up one morning to the realization I’d wandered too far from the shallow pool of sobriety and into the deep waters of alcoholism.Aug 20, 2016Aug 20, 2016