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One foot after another leads to emotional sobriety

Isolating and drinking alone at home had been so lonely. Luckily, my new involvement in AA service committees became a way for me to fill that idle time with usefulness.

It was Kathy and her guitar, and me in my wheelchair with an oxygen bottle. My sponsor, a resident there, joined in the singing. It was a high I won’t ever forget.

She lovingly looked at me and said, “Sweetie, none of that is a requirement to be here.” I now have more than 11,000 days of sobriety.

I couldn’t believe it, but my mouth opened and these words came out: “Dad, I’m sorry I blamed you for everything wrong in my life.” Wow.

The closest Spanish-language meeting was almost 90 minutes from our town. That meant a person was on the road for three hours. That simply wasn’t acceptable

This house is more than a museum. We say, “Welcome home!” when folks walk up. This home is where people speak the language of the heart.

Which choice would this alcoholic make?

A life of service, sobriety, and gratitude—one day at a time

My wife and I have done some really fine things in improving our relationship in the past few years. And a love I’ve never experienced before has blossomed as a result.

The discovery of a brain tumor was a devastating blow—but one that got her sober

Meditation is my new daily “fix.” When I meditate, I ask God questions. I keep it simple, and I listen for his answers. It blows my mind!

When it came time to stop drinking, he found a meeting right across the street. It had been there for years

Explaining how the Third Step works for him—and how it can work for others