Defy Your Statistics
457 pages of absolute tomfoolery and badassery, all to the end of staying alive. It is with great pride and excitement that I announce the completion and release of my first independently written major work: "Alacrity". When I was young and my father was planning the purchase of a sailboat, he sat everyone in the... Continue Reading →
"I'd used patches, Wellbutrin, Chantix, gum, cold turkey, you name it; the struggle was REAL. Imagine my shock when I used doTERRA to quit and went about my day feeling ever better instead of worse!"
"We need each and every one of you: your talents, your convictions, even your weaknesses."
It had been a perfect full moon, August night with clear skies when I started; the flash of lightning roughly a half mile away over the peak next to mine threw my shadow down a steep ravine, heading my way. I quickly calculated my odds, and they weren't good.
The weight of the pack crashed down atop me, then rolled off the side. The group stopped and watched as it rolled off the ledge we hiked along, taking me with it.
457 pages of absolute tomfoolery and badassery, all to the end of staying alive. It is with great pride and excitement that I announce the completion and release of my first independently written major work: “Alacrity”. When I was young and my father was planning the purchase of a sailboat, he sat everyone in the […]
“I’d used patches, Wellbutrin, Chantix, gum, cold turkey, you name it; the struggle was REAL. Imagine my shock when I used doTERRA to quit and went about my day feeling ever better instead of worse!”
“Had you heard her story five years ago, you’d assume she would be dead, in prison or in a drug recovery center.”
“We need each and every one of you: your talents, your convictions, even your weaknesses.”
My drug use escalated into a full-blown addict lifestyle in less than a month. “I’m too far gone,” I would tell myself.
All seems too perfect: Kenny is sober and thriving and Skye completes her training, but when she comes back to visit, she finds Kenny has a bone-chilling secret.
It was as if that little voice that told me to come all the way out to this hipster joint overlooking the city to work had also outlined this woman with some highlighter.
It had been a perfect full moon, August night with clear skies when I started; the flash of lightning roughly a half mile away over the peak next to mine threw my shadow down a steep ravine, heading my way. I quickly calculated my odds, and they weren’t good.
Skye Galvas
Skye Galvas 