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Hillbilly Home Group

A woman fondly remembers her meeting in the Ozarks, made up only of men

I got sober in a large city, but at five months sober, I did what was suggested that I not do: I quit my job, sold my house, and moved to a small town in the Ozarks of Missouri, where I knew absolutely nobody. The land was cheap, and it was pretty there—that’s all I needed to know.

A few days after I got there, I found out where the AA meeting was, and I showed up in the basement of this church. There I saw a bunch of old hillbilly men, and no women. I went in anyhow, attended the meeting, and really enjoyed it. There was only this one meeting in town, so I became a... Login to read more
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