I used to hate ordinary days. Nothing exciting happening. No crisis. No problems. Just the routine of everyday life. How boring! Although my memories aren’t nearly as vivid as they once were, I still remember how intolerable boredom felt. Ordinary days seemed endless...

As I talked with him, I could see that he was confused and scared. But he certainly seemed willing to take suggestions, so I was happy to share my experience, strength, and hope with him. As I began describing my early days of sobriety, I could see it in his...

Grace. I thought I knew what that word meant. After all, I had heard it mentioned in that old hymn since I was a child. However, I can’t say I had even a nodding acquaintance with its meaning for many years. You see, as an alcoholic, most of my waking hours were spent...