Monthly articles on recovery and fellowship written by members of A.A. in San Francisco and Marin.
The Aspens Sang
By John W. Somewhere it started, Somewhere the wind blew, Somewhere the gale was howling, Somewhere the song was heard. Somewhere was not here. On the quaking Aspen the harp hung, But so foreign this
Came to Believe
By Anon. Proud of the fact that I had been born in San Francisco, it seemed to cut to the essence of my heritage when pulmonary problems - that my later to become ex-wife had
Don’t Bite!
By Dede H. Don’t fight!Don’t take the bate!I yell at my dogsMy husband’s snarkyI get barkySo what! My cortisol level is upMy immune system downI shop for dopamineRun all around townWhat to do, what to
First, Stop the Bleeding.
In A Sea of Confusion. By Rick R. When greeting newcomers, we all want to do what we can for them with the hope that they will all get sober, and live happily ever after,