Thursdays words:
sots
morass
debauch
catapulted
proffered
temperance

Writing assignment:
We are on page 8 of Bill’s story “No words can tell of the loneliness and despair
I found in that bitter morass of self-pity. Quicksand stretched
around me in all directions. I had met my match. I had been
overwhelmed. Alcohol was my master.” Write on this paragraph. What
is your experience? When you read this, what feelings arise? Can you
relate to Bill’s description? Why is it necessary to relive this
bleak, hopeless, and miserable time in your life?