From the July 2014 magazine.

Panic at the Liquor Store

Like many of us, I grew up in a home that was quietly ravaged by alcohol abuse. My active father occasionally acted out through his dark moods and the occasional outburst of anger, but he always managed to keep a good job and to pursue the things that he loved in life: reading, painting and writing.

What none of us recognized was that he was getting worse. Later on in his career he survived on B12 shots laced with speed given by a local doc, and the late morning drink. He was able to retire before he got into any serious trouble with his company, and my parents returned to France...

-- Michel S.

Jamaica Plain, Massachusetts