Articles by Keith Howard

Opinion

Shipbuilders of Sunken Vessels: Quick dispatches from the belly of the Treatment Industrial System

Monday, January 28, 2019 Keith Howard 0
Like Rodgers and Hammerstein’s Farmer and Cowman, treatment and recovery folks should be friends, although that’s not often the case, with treatment folks relying on a clinical model and recovery people favoring peer-based supports. In short, and perhaps unfairly to both, treatment partisans believe letters after one’s name are important while recovery supporters see lived experience as key. READ MORE
Opinion

A radical moderate take on recreational marijuana use

Sunday, January 27, 2019 Keith Howard 2
Getting stoned is not a big deal for non-addicts.  Getting stoned is nothing more than a form of relaxation for the vast majority of Americans. Getting stoned, for people like me, can be the first step backward into the abyss, the beginning of an end that can come soon enough. READ MORE
Around Town

Improv Theater Training Feb. 2 at Hope for NH Recovery, Manchester

Saturday, January 26, 2019 Keith Howard 0
The Hope Improv Theater comes into the world Saturday Feb. 2, from 12:30 to 5:30 p.m. with an initial training for actors.  We’re looking for enthusiastic folks with a hankering to change the world, spread recovery and have fun. Experience is NOT preferred, but a willingness to explore communication through improv theater is.
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Opinion

Mea Culpa, Brad Ladner—And Let Those Panties Drop

Sunday, July 15, 2018 Keith Howard 0
You see, as an intro to the piece, I talked about how every man wants to be remembered for his uniqueness, and included comments about three genuine Guinness world-record holders. Among them was—you guessed it—Brad Ladner, who owns the world’s largest collection of Batman collectibles. READ MORE
Opinion

By the Light of Burning Tires I Watched My Life Go By

Sunday, June 3, 2018 Keith Howard 0
As I write this, it was a week ago that I spent my last night in Pittsburg, five miles from the Canadian border, alone outside the Tiny White Box. Wanting to mark the occasion, I built a small campfire in a fire pit as the sun was going down. There, I meditated on what I’ve lived in the last nine months, reviewed the writing I’ve done (and left undone) and thought about the next stage of my journey. READ MORE