Glass Half Empty

Since my earliest memories I always believed life was as it seemed. And what it seemed was a string of bad situations and mistakes. I viewed the world through a set of pessimistic and negative glasses. Glass half empty. Through my active addiction I believed the world...

Color Me Sober

A Ke$ha song is blaring so loud that I can’t hear what the person standing next to me is saying. Everywhere I look people are running, screaming, dancing and pelting complete strangers with clumps of sand. The entire world seems to have been covered in neon dust. And...

Spring Comes To The G House

We haven’t posted on this blog in a while. So here is a rundown of what’s been happening at the Granite House over the past couple of months: It’s been a long winter here in southern New Hampshire, but the guys at the Granite House have been keeping busy.  This winter...