A CHILD OF WOOD STOCK

Raised on alcohol and excess, an artsy member discovers contentment in her later years

I'M 67 years old, and this year I am working on my 21st year of sobriety in AA. I write these words and instantly think: How can I possibly be this old? How can I not have had a drink since December 1987? Well, the answer to the second question is obvious. And, come to think of it, probably the first: AA is how. My gratitude is boundless.

I was born and raised in Greenwich Village and Woodstock, New York, during the forties and fifties, among artists and writers whose social lives were steeped in alcohol. During the day, they worked intensely at their art. Come evening, they got... Login to read more
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