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My Name is Joan

Chapter 10: Do Tell! Stories by Atheists and Agnostics in AA Joan C. My name is Joan and I am an alcoholic. I am an agnostic and my home group is “We Agnostics” on...

A Friend of Jim B.

Chapter 9: Do Tell! Stories by Atheists and Agnostics in AA Alex M. When I was a small boy the neighborhood kids would gather on weekends to play kickball. We would all line up...

A Programme of Honesty?

Chapter 8: Do Tell! Stories by Atheists and Agnostics in AA Suzanne M. My name is Suzanne. I am an atheist alcoholic. I came into AA at 54 years old – totally worn-down after...

The Virtual 2020 Secular AA Conference

By bob k On Saturday, December 5th, ICSAA (International Conference of Secular AA) held a condensed version of the biennial conference that was scheduled to take place LIVE in Washington, D.C. Covid-19 caused that...

TWENTY-FIVE YEARS OF LISTENING

Life Lessons and Inspiration For All of Life’s Struggles From the Collective Wisdom of People in Recovery Review by Thomas B. My name is Thomas and I am an alcoholic. I have been sober...

The Beginning

Chapter 7: Do Tell! Stories by Atheists and Agnostics in AA Brent P. In returning to AA in 2010, broke and briefly homeless, I had already decided, before someone made the point by asking,...

Saturday’s Free Secular AA Zoom Conference

By Joe C. It’s a little of the latest science. It’s a little AA folk-wisdom, some entertainment, some community. That’s what you’ll find at the International Conference of Secular AA free December 5th mini-conference....

Once a Sick Drug Addict

Chapter 6: Do Tell! Stories by Atheists and Agnostics in AA Patricia K. I crawled into AA as a sick drug addict. At that time 12 step programs for my drug of choice did...

Can AA Please Evolve?

By Dave W One of the things I admire the most about the simplicity of the way AA meetings are structured and conducted is the level playing field that is created for the typical...

Atheist in a Foxhole

Chapter 5: Do Tell! Stories by Atheists and Agnostics in AA Russ H. On a sunny Saturday morning at the end of July, 1995, I pulled into the cul-de-sac where I lived with my...