Red Wedding

I love Clare Pooley’s “The Sober Diaries”. She’s amazing. She is so witty. Not in the least condescending. When I read her Day 0, I laughed. She writes about how she looked down at her coffee mug filled with the remnants of a wine bottle…at 11AM. It said “World’s Best Mum” on the outside ofContinue reading “Red Wedding”

“Mumma doesn’t drink…”

“Hey Mumma! How come Daddy has a beer bottle, but you don’t?” I looked into my seven-year-old son’s giant, blue eyes. He was sincerely curious. We were hosting a party in our backyard. I surveyed the scene while I gripped a lime seltzer in my hand. Most of our guests were lazily swinging beer bottlesContinue reading ““Mumma doesn’t drink…””