<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>Esh on Walking in Sober Boots</title><link>https://soberboots.org/tags/esh/</link><description>Recent content in Esh on Walking in Sober Boots</description><image><title>Walking in Sober Boots</title><url>https://soberboots.org/soberboots/assets/uploads/2023/07/img_1290.jpg</url><link>https://soberboots.org/soberboots/assets/uploads/2023/07/img_1290.jpg</link></image><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en</language><lastBuildDate>Thu, 17 Dec 2020 09:19:19 -0500</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://soberboots.org/tags/esh/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>Memories, Feeling Better, &amp; Carrying the Message</title><link>https://soberboots.org/2020/12/17/memories-feeling-better-carrying-the-message/</link><pubDate>Thu, 17 Dec 2020 09:19:19 -0500</pubDate><guid>https://soberboots.org/2020/12/17/memories-feeling-better-carrying-the-message/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;We lost my Uncle Danny yesterday and while it&amp;rsquo;s sad that he&amp;rsquo;s gone, I&amp;rsquo;m grateful that one of my earliest memories from childhood was him playing with me at the playground. He showed me how to do a &amp;ldquo;skin-the-cat&amp;rdquo; on the rings. I was perhaps 3 or 4 at the most.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>