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AA Changed My Life

Posted by Santiago, January 17, 2018

In a tiny coffee shop in Toronto, my friend Pierre* asked me to accompany him to his first Alcoholics Anonymous meeting. He wore a tan corduroy jacket, and he fidgeted with the fleece collar as he explained how nervous he was about going to the meeting. He had spent the night before looking for an A.A. venue in Toronto where no one would recognize him. He settled for a meeting in the basement of a church in the North West. I told him I was happy to accompany him. Pierre smiled at that. But I had lied. I had no desire to attend an A.A. meeting. I didn’t have a drinking problem, but I was afraid the meeting would force me to ponder about my own unhealthy habits.

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Christmas Treasures

Posted by Heather, January 11, 2018

A couple of years ago, my mother and I pulled out of storage a beautiful dress winter coat that she had made for me when I was about ten years old. The coat is a red, loopy, wool-like fabric, with white “fur” edging the hood and cuffs, patch pockets, with a silver satin lining. It closes with “frogs,” not buttons – I remember that I thought frogs were so unique and beautiful when I was that age. We got it out of storage with the hope that one of my daughters might wear it.  The red coat has been worn a few times but the weird winter weather in Virginia meant that some years it was too wet or too warm to wear.

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