When I was working on Step Two (“Came to believe that a Power greater than ourselves could restore us to sanity”) my sponsor suggested that I  journal about what

By the early 1950s, AA members and many of our non-alcoholic friends were urging our cofounder Bill W.

What is green, blue, pink, orange and yellow?

Seemingly out of nowhere, in my seventh year of sobriety in AA, I sank into a deep depression. The false promise of a drink was never far from my mind. I retreated from meetings.

When a strained relationship with my daughter challenged me to face my controlling behavior, the chapter in our “Twelve and Twelve” on Step Four helped me to deeply explore my shortcomi

My first sponsor, Kathleen, made the best coffee cake.

I’m sitting here reflecting on how our “Twelve and Twelve” has helped me on my journey of recovery.

Our home group here in Kelowna, British Columbia reads a Tradition out of our Twelve Steps and Twelve Traditions book on the first Tuesday of every month.

It was a hot summer day, and I was sitting in my apartment. I had been living alone there for more than six months and I decided it was now time to go out and find a companion.

Today, I set out to do one of the things that gives me a great deal of satisfaction—taking care of life’s day-to-day tasks. In the old days, fun had to be a wild, drunken adventure.

I had “the gift of desperation” when I got to my first AA meeting at a club not far from my home. I was ready to do whatever it took to be free from drinking.

I’m not a “one-chip wonder.” I tried a while to get the program.

I had about six months of sobriety and I had just moved in with my sponsor. I didn’t have a car and I was taking the bus to menial jobs paying $5 an hour.

I was born the oldest of three boys in the Ledroit Park neighborhood of northwest Washington, D.C.

The daughter of an alcoholic mother and father, I was fueled to drink at a young age. By 8 years old I had my first drink after receiving a bad haircut.

I started chasing the “buzz” back in the 1980s. I did well in life for a long while, and I never seemed to have any serious consequences from my drinking.

In December of 2019, I walked into my first AA meeting and met a man who taught me what life could be.

A man I sponsored for many years unexpectedly committed suicide.

I always heard that getting involved in service will save your life. Well, it’s true. Service literally may have saved my life.

Three months ago, I was on the John Muir Trail in Southern California’s Sierra Nevada Mountains, suffering through my first multi-day backpacking trip.