When my home group asked if I’d be willing to serve as GSR, I nodded politely and said, “Sure!”—but inside, I was panicking. GSR? What…
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When I agreed to be GSR, I thought I understood what I was signing up for. I didn’t. I thought I’d just take notes, report…
The first time I heard the phrase “very special workers,” I was sitting in a regular Tuesday night meeting, half-listening as someone read Tradition Eight.…
Walking into my first district meeting felt like showing up to a party where I didn’t know anyone. I had no idea what was on…
When my home group elected me as their new General Service Representative (GSR), I wasn’t sure where to start. I knew it was an important…
A few months ago, a handful of us had an idea: what if we rented out a theater and screened the 2012 documentary Bill W.?…
I was halfway through my ginger ale, flipping through the in-flight magazine, when the man next to me muttered, “God, I could use a drink.”…
The phone rang just after midnight, and I could hear the fear in his voice before he even spoke. “I don’t think I can do…
At first, it was just a few scribbled notes—memories of drinking, flashes of early sobriety, the first time I felt real peace. But as I…
The car was packed with snacks, coffee, and a whole lot of laughter. Four of us piled in, heading south to PRAASA, each of us…
