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When I began my job as a substance abuse counselor in an all-male residential program, the group of men were a pretty hardened bunch.  Their flesh peaked out from under tattooed murals on their arms, legs, chests and backs.  They were pumped up with six-pack abs and chiseled muscled arms that they teasingly showed off… Continue reading Band of Brothers

This past weekend I visited with two past residents of the all-male halfway house where I work.  Both of them had made it through the 6-month program in the past.  Both of them ended up relapsing. They grew up in very rough and tumble neighborhoods in the Boston area and both were fiercely loyal to… Continue reading “Gayle, what have I always told you?”: Tough Love From a Heroin Addict