Half--baked

There was nothing sweet about this relapse that started with vanilla extract

Sitting in group at sunset on the beautiful island of Antigua, the small bunch of us were telling our life stories. We were in treatment for alcoholism and wanted so much to get our lives in order and return to our friends and families. As I read mine, the group laughed, which puzzled me. They said, "Why don't you write a book and call it 'Betty's Crocked'?"

I grew up in a remarkable alcoholic family. We were Irish and had the "curse." I never drank because I did not want to lose control or smell or fall down, as members of my large family often did. However, on the night I... Login to read more
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