August 2019 | African-American Alcoholics in AA

Taught me to love

A homecoming queen, brought down by liquor, reconnects with her family and learns to live again

It was early in November of 1993 and I was stranded. I was hungry and had just one dollar and needed a ride back to the motel where I was staying. I managed to call for a ride and headed to the nearest bar to wait to be picked up. 


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