Beyond The Haze: Coping with Addiction, Loss, and Grief

The first time I remember experiencing death I was three years old. My uncle Louie lay in a casket at the Ortiz Funeral Home wearing a light colored suit; it could’ve been white, beige maybe. His afro was neatly picked and in my three year old mind he appeared to be sleeping peacefully. That’s the thing about death, to the deceased it is peaceful, and to the ones left behind it’s anything but…

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NANCY A. RUFFIN

I write stories centered on healing, self-awareness & growth. In order to be successful in anything we must first know who we are. “To thine own self be true.”