WELCOME TO ROCKY MOUNTAIN WOMEN'S REFUGE

...how long can I stay alive When I was young, I remember floating contentedly in the shallow end, where the water was warm and comforting and my feet could always find the bottom. I felt safe, sometimes silly, still splashing around like a child but I loved the certainty of it. Yet as I began to glance more often past the rope line, I saw the others, laughing louder, moving freer, the deeper the water got. I watched them cannonball off the edge, launch from the low board, th

A memory that never leaves me—one ordinary drunk morning, not unlike all the others. Around noon, still in my pj’s… hair uncombed, staring at my phone, lounging in the breakfast nook—drunk