Welcome to your life There’s no turning back On May 6, 2023, at 1:46 am Eastern Daylight Time, Lauren Renee Higginbotham died of multiple organ failure due to cirrhosis, resulting from alcohol dependence. She died of what is commonly called alcoholism. Lauren was 30 years old. And she was my daughter. It’s my own design It’s my own remorse Help me to decide Lauren knew she was an alcoholic. She entered her first alcohol treatment program at age 21. Over the next nine years, Lauren was treated multiple times for alcohol abuse and dependence, as well as other issues related to (and not related to) alcoholism. At one point, she had remained sober for more than one year before once again drinking, which she knew would not turn out well. And it didn’t. Help me make the Most of freedom and of pleasure Lauren loved the beach. She lived most of her life in Florida, so it’s what she knew and where she found peace. Lauren also loved her friends. She was what I like to call a “friend collector.
Seven 7hings: To Hate About Houston . Feel free to add your own. With Houston, there are plenty of candidates, far too many things to fit in a list of seven. Or seven hundred. 1. Houston is a rootbound plant: The infrastructure of Houston for some reason hesitates to grow outside the I-610 loop and absolutely refuses to expand outward past the Sam Houston Tollway. As a result, the infrastructure for more than two million people is jammed into a circle with a 15 mile radius. Hence, a rootbound plant. 2. Traffic: Related to the rootboundedness of Houston is the traffic. And by traffic, I mean the drivers. And by drivers, I mean idiot Texans. 3. Concrete: Everything in Houston is concrete, even the lawns. Seriously, you’re the fourth largest city in the United States…buy a freaking fern already. 4. Weather: From the Napoleonic wars through Vietnam to present day, soldiers fear one thing as much as anything else: jungle rot. Simply p
I never had any brothers. I had a great brother-in-law and an incredible Father who grows even more incredible the older I get and the longer he’s gone (thus, the more I miss him). I have great male cousins, Uncles, a grandfather who thought (erroneously) that I hung the moon, and men friends who have been rocks when I needed it and a boot in the ass when I needed that. I even have what I can only refer to as a boyfriend-in-law (my sister’s boyfriend) who is another strong male presence in my life. And don’t even get me started on my Sister I could live a thousand lifetimes and never begin to show my Sister how much I appreciate her. She is -- and this point is inarguable -- the greatest Sister in human history. But I never had any brothers. So why is this titled “A Tale of Two Brothers?” Of the men I’ve had in my life, two of them stood out and are large reasons why I am alive today: Roger and Mike. Roger was a cousin and Mike was one of the closest friends I’ve
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