“I took his calls for a while, but then, like everyone else, started ignoring him. Even as his alcoholism grew worse, no one did what my mom kept threatening to do: stage an intervention. We were all too hopeful, maybe. Too stupid, probably. Uneducated about the disease, definitely.”
I Choose to Remember the Bike Ride
Tracy Ross | Outside | November 29, 2021 | 7,700 words