Alcoholics Anonymous and Storytelling

By Benjamin Selesnick

I left my twenty-eight day stay at rehab in the summer of 2011, a few months before my seventeenth birthday. The night I got home, one of my parents’ friends from our family’s synagogue, who, unbeknownst to me, had a few decades of recovery under his belt, took me to an A.A. meeting at a Methodist church on the other side of town. For the next two months, I went to meetings at that church three times a week, and when I reached my ninety-day sober anniversary, the...