From Cocktails to Chaos

Growing up in Ohio, in a family of frequent social drinkers, I was exposed to the practice of cocktail hours and the promise of evening camaraderie. We had a dining room breakfront filled with all sorts of crystal glassware for sherry, highballs, low balls, wine and cordials. I thought drinking was the rite of passage to being an adult even though it made me sick from the get-go.