Judge Christine Carpenter is an attorney and a retired circuit court judge in Columbia, Missouri, as well as a Class A (nonalcoholic) trustee on AA’s General Service Bo

I’m writing to tell you about my experience working with AA’s Cooperation With the Professional Community, or CPC, around Boston.

In my mid-20s, a doctor asked me about my drinking. He had already run through a list of questions about my family’s health, my diet, whether I smoked.

In 2014, by the grace of God, I began my sobriety journey. I work at a hospital.

I was serving as an AA volunteer in psych/detox wards in a large general hospital in suburban Chicago many years ago as part of our local Hospitals and Institutions (H&I) committee.

Dear emergency room personnel...

One Saturday afternoon when I was 31 years sober, my AA district held a “Writing for Grapevine” workshop.

I woke up to a lot of fear a few minutes ago. Immediately I thought that I should call someone to talk about it.

Tradition Ten tells us that “no AA group or member should ever, in such a way as to implicate AA, express any opinion on outside controversial issues—particularly those of politics, alc

When I first read Twelve Steps and Twelve Traditions with my sponsor some 10 years ago, I was struck by Bill W.’s description of AA members in the armed forces during World War II.

I was on my way to California with a heavy heart. I had recently lost my soulmate of 53 years when I learned of my son’s incarceration in the California penal system.

I am a first generation college graduate. My mother did not complete high school and when she worked, she cleaned houses and watched other people’s children.

Twelfth Stepping in the old days was pretty cut and dry. We would get a call from the central office.

On Sunday afternoon, I took my two boys for a walk around the block. My oldest rode his scooter. My youngest rode his toy car.

It was early March of 2020 and we were sitting at one of our AA meetings at our local clubhouse.

“Don’t let the gifts you’ve received from the rooms keep you from the rooms,” was a bit of wisdom shared by oldtimers during the AA meetings I attended in early sobriety.

I got sober in November of 2015. The following April I started on my Fourth Step. It seemed simple enough, yet when summer came I hit a brick wall.

I come from a family of alcoholics. My father, Tex A., came into AA in March of 1941, one week after his sister Sybil became a member.

I have three constant companions: Higher Power, faith and fear. When I started this journey in AA, I couldn’t understand faith at all. And I ignored the Higher Power.