May 2014

Mom, I’m an Alcoholic

The day she dreaded finally came—it was time to tell her mother the truth

I’m a talker, never at a loss for words. I take after my mom that way. In fact, she and I can talk for hours, whether we are seated together in a cozy tearoom or across the miles on a long distance call from her home in North Carolina to mine in Maryland. Our conversations are easy, filled with warmth, laughter and love.

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