A Daily Message

I'm Allergic to Raspberries

Dear Hope Nation, The foreseeable future of recovery was revealed in yesterday’s letter. Using the analogy of drupulets, the little balls of deliciousness on a raspberry, I explained in a manner both fanciful and masterful how different small groups could, using very cool technology, be connected into one large group. This solves the challenge of…

Bad Book Titles

Dear Hope Nation, We’ve been living through heavy times. Hard times. Times that try men’s and women’s souls. For today, I’d like to lighten up a bit. What follows is complete and utter nonsense. If you’re looking for a serious piece on recovery, on hope, on mental health, please look elsewhere on the Hope website…

Their stories are our stories

Dear Hope Nation, Today is Memorial Day, the day we honor our military dead, those who died while in uniform. Five years ago I delivered a speech at Veterans Park, following the Memorial Day Parade. This is that speech, which, unfortunately, is as timely now as it was then. XXXXXXXX      Today we remember our military…

You aren’t alone

Dear Hope Nation, This letter may be directed at the one person in the world who absolutely needs to read it. I don’t know if you’re that person, and neither do you until you’ve read every. Last. Word. I’ve written openly about my addictions and about my mental health. Regular readers know I’ve lived close…

Action From All of Us

Dear Hope Nation, Land, Ho! is an expression used by sailors once they’ve spotted land. It doesn’t necessarily mean they’re ready to land or even intend to, but it alerts all on the ship that land has been seen. “Land Ho!” is also a great album by the Forest Rangers, the house band for the…

The Upside of Ifs

Dear Hope Nation Thirteen years ago today, I knew what the rest of my life held. The rest of my life would be over within the week. I was implementing a scheme, a plot, a plan. This plan had three steps: Take a bus from Manchester to Hanover, New Hampshire, carrying with me a pack…

Up until it didn’t

Dear Hope Nation, Some of you may remember the letters around Easter—which seems at least a decade ago—where I stole a trope from Black Baptist preachers, and talked about where Jesus and his followers were on Good Friday. Jesus in the grave, darkness in the sky and his followers unfaithful and scattering. That was Friday.…