Living with the Shadow for 60 Years
I’ve been living with alcohol for 60 years, though not in the way you might think. I wasn’t an alcoholic all that time, but alcohol was always there, lurking in the corners of life, shaping moments big and small. My earliest memory of it is from when I was about five. My dad came home one day, stumbling in, barfing on the floor while my mom screamed. I didn’t understand what was going on, but I knew it wasn’t good. He was angry at times too—once, he almost hit my mom and me out of sheer rage. Thankfully, it … Continue readingLiving with the Shadow for 60 Years