My First YPAA Experience

My name is Martin, and I’m an alcoholic. Alcohol did for me what I could not do for myself. I loved it for what it could make me feel or not feel, depending on the day. I’m not sure which I loved the most, four drinks that felt like someone undoing the highest button on […]

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Leaning on A.A. in New York

Last summer I made plans to spend October in New York – then learned that my older sister was gravely ill in Vancouver, so I bumped up my schedule to see her first. Unfortunately, she died before I could make it over. Now I would spend a couple weeks in the city, fly to Vancouver […]

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