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By: Marc McMahon There’s a contradiction happening in cities like Eugene, Oregon that’s so blatant it almost feels intentional — a system that performs compassion with one hand while manufacturing criminality with the other. It looks progressive from a distance. It sounds humane in a meeting room. But on the street, where the rain hits the concrete and people are just trying to survive the…

By: Marc McMahon You know, I was sitting in my living room after having a chat with my mom last night, and my mind wandered off on its own like it does sometimes. Except this time, it took me to a place I didn’t know existed. I mean, not really. I had never been there before. It was a place where all you could see is your mom and your life, all of your life, including the parts you are ashamed…

By: Marc McMahon I wasn’t even looking for a fight this week, you know? That is the thing that still completely blows my mind and makes me just sit here shaking my head, because I wasn’t trying to dig up old graves or drag the ugly past back into the light. I was just doing my breathing, just moving my body and trying to stay locked into this quiet, good life I’ve been building out here in…

By: Marc McMahon There’s this place nobody talks about because it doesn’t fit the clean narratives or the success‑story arcs or the polished recovery slogans. This place where you’re not fully destroying yourself anymore, but you’re not fully alive either, this place where you’re waking up every day trying to outrun the version of you that almost killed you while still not knowing how to become…

By: Marc McMahon If you woke up behind a dumpster with your kid’s birthday present receipt stuck to your palm, the one you bought and returned an hour before his party just to scrape together enough to get high, and you just laid there for a minute because standing up meant facing the version of yourself you swore you’d never become but somehow did anyway. Then you already know this isn’t a…

By: Marc McMahon As I sit at my desk, hands folded and head tilted back, pondering the meaning of life and my existence on this planet, a thought hit me. It wasn’t a quiet suggestion; it was a real “Captain Save-a-Ho,” Here comes Superman-kind of whisper from my soul. It said: “We should make Narcan available for free everywhere.” I recently watched a documentary highlighting my hometown,…

By: Marc McMahon The title makes this story sound like it’s going to be about one of the USA’s standout moments in history, where we fought to uphold the rights of a weaker or less fortunate nation. Where we put our lives on the line to defend our children, democracy, and basic human rights for all. But this is not that, nope. But I wish it was. I remember the fire. I remember the version of me…

By: Marc McMahon Knowing what we know today, and being at the level of consciousness that some of us are at, and others are slowly approaching we realize that the story of the Bible isn’t necessarily all true. This isn’t about attacking the “Word of God” or the spiritual truths that might be buried deep within; it’s about calling out the narrative that has been manipulated to fit the timeline of…

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