What My Mother Knew About Joy

When I was 22, my mother dragged me and my sisters to a ceremony in Chicago. It was a sweltering day, traffic was hell, and we arrived dressed in skirts and jackets, crabby as all hell and completely resistant to whatever "woo-woo" concepts we thought we'd be subjected to.

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Lisa Peterson
Being the Light: A Journey Through Darkness to Recovery

I recently traveled to Vancouver for the 90th anniversary celebration of Alcoholics Anonymous—an amazing and humbling experience. My friend and I stayed about a mile and a half from the convention center. We didn't know that our GPS would take us directly down Hastings Street—Vancouver's notorious epicenter of the opioid crisis.

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Lisa Peterson