What Ever Happened to Mom?

WHEN I FINALLY came into the AA program for good, I threw myself into it with the same all-or-nothing attitude that had characterized my life both before and during my drinking years. There were meetings day and night, seven days a week, late-night after-meeting-go-have-a-hamburger meetings, and informal have-coffee-and-shoot-the-breeze gatherings in between. I was on the planning committee for almost every AA social event (my talent for organization, you know), twelfth-stepped anyone who looked even remotely a likely candidate, and attended every AA convention in our area. There was no end to my usefulness to the group--or to the world, for that matter. In short, I was a veritable whirlwind of activity.