A Home for My Spirit
My Amends to My Dad
Last Tuesday, my dad passed away. Sigh.
A Home for My Spirit
How did I—a nice, self-respecting recovering alcoholic with more than 14 years of sobriety—find myself sitting in a meeting with a bunch of lowly sexaholics? After all, I had worked the Steps many times. I sponsored several men. I had never lied to my AA sponsors.
