A meeting of their own

MY husband and I moved to a nearby suburb of San Francisco in 2002. After getting sober and spending many years in San Francisco, we both had gotten used to having lots of meetings to choose from. Getting adjusted to a much lighter schedule of meetings was proving challenging.

Early one Tuesday night we drove to two different meetings. The first turned out to be a women's meeting (though not indicated as such in the schedule) and the second was no longer in existence. We were using an outdated schedule. However, we were frustrated. We are both early-to-bed and early-to-rise... Login to read more
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