On June 10, 1935, Dr. Bob had his last drink and that day marks the founding of Alcoholics Anonymous.

Today, thanks to AA, I have a kind and loving partner. This did not always seem like a possibility for me.

For nine years, I waffled about a particular situation on my Fourth Step and the subsequent amends that would be needed.

I grew up in a middle-class home, the only child of my mother and the only girl for my father.

A few days ago, I was sitting in a hospital room, holding hands with my ex-husband while he was recovering from serious internal complications.

My relationship history prior to coming into AA was pretty abysmal.

The year 2013 was challenging for me. At that time, I was a sober woman with 28 years in the program.

This morning I sat down at my desk, which is inundated with papers that have been building into heaps over the two years since my ex-wife ceased doing my paperwork.

It took me decades to realize that the goal of recovery is sobriety and unconditional love of others and myself.

For a few days I carried the coin an AA buddy had given me. There it was in my pocket, the bronze disc. I would take it out and rub it. My talisman. My friend.

Back in 1988, I was a 19-year-old E2 in the Navy. I’d had some underage-drinking problems with the police and had been to see an alcohol counselor.

Today marks a special day. It’s my 4-year sober anniversary. But it’s hard being in this prison.

I don’t think I even cared or understood what a pandemic was when it hit in 2020. That is, until it interfered with my drinking. That year had already been complete chaos for me.

I’m one of those fortunate members who has stayed continuously sober after being brought to my first AA meeting when I was 15.

I n a year filled with so much loss and sadness, do I dare report how out of all of that despair, I watched Alcoholics Anonymous not only survive, but flourish?

I love AA. The feelings that I often experience in AA remind me of important childhood memories. When was I most loved?

The sharing in our 6:30 a.m. Attitude Adjustment AA meeting in the Grange Hall in Quartz Hill, California this morning rolled along popcorn-popping fast.

It was Sunday night. I had 28 days of treatment under my belt and it was time to attend my first AA meeting outside the treatment center. I headed over to St.

My first introduction to AA was 40 years ago when I was in a treatment center. The center was in a mostly rural area.