by Ronna Benjamin

Mike and I watched the swirling snows of Nemo that Friday afternoon, curled up on the couch in front of a roaring fire. Carole King radio played on Pandora over the stereo. We each had a glass of tequila splashed with Cointreau, in which floated a few wedges of three-week-old lime. Ahhh, the benefits of an empty nest! It was a fine afternoon for a storm.

We relaxed as we soaked up the warmth of the fire and the liquor.  And then…I couldn’t breathe.  I began to blow my nose.  My throat was on fire, and I began to sneeze. I wanted to amputate my head.

Not knowing where to turn to ease my misery, I grabbed my laptop so I could let the world know how miserable I was, and my spirits were lifted when I saw an email from my daughter in Abu Dhabi.  The subject of her email was: “Check out this article…you guys are right…duh.”

I perked right up.  Screw the cold!  My kid thought we were “right”!  And she was reading the LA Times!

I immediately clicked through to the link in her email.  It was to an article that had appeared on February 6, 2013 in the LA Times Health section,  The article was about incompatible drinking and divorce, and sure enough, it confirmed we were right.

The LA Times article focused on a Norwegian study of 19,977 married couples (which, of course, begged the question, “couldn’t they have gotten 23 more?”) that proved that spouses who consumed roughly the same amount of alcohol (“compatible” drinkers) were less likely to divorce than pairs where one partner was a heavy drinker and the other was not. (Interestingly, the study indicated it was worse if the woman was the drinker and the man was not.)

I asked Mike to freshen our drinks in celebration, because we were so very ahead of the (LA) times; we have been talking about this “compatible drinking” theory with family and friends for decades.  Many moons ago, without spending a dime on research (unless you factor in the cost of the alcohol) my brilliant husband came up with the Law of Equivalent Drinking, or as we call it, LED (not to be confused with Light Emitting Diode).  We could have saved them a lot of money if they had just asked us.

LED, or the Law of Equivalent Drinking, as Mike explained it one night over a round of martinis with friends, provides that everyone–married or not- gets along best with people who drink roughly the same amount. Having legal backgrounds, we called it a law and not a theory.  Besides, TED would be taken soon enough–though ironically, this indeed has proved to be an Idea Worth Spreading.   We toasted to shedding the light on LED the night of Mike’s epiphany, and have done so with friends many times since.

The fact is, we tend to gravitate toward, and get along best with, people who drink like we do–and we know others do too. Mike enjoys the company of men who can appreciate a fine scotch.  We like to share a bottle of wine with dinner.  We like to see the excitement in our friends’ faces when we bring over an oversized glass container of fruit-infused vodka.  We like to start our Saturday night out with a martini.  It’s ok if it’s dirty, but if you pass altogether, it changes the mood.

Like any law, LED has its exceptions.  I have a few wonderful girlfriends that are truly special to me- even though they order a diet coke instead of a glass of wine at dinner.  I get that some people do not like to drink.  I get that some people cannot have a drink and of course I respect that.   But on the whole, I’m just sayin’….we spend an awful lot of time with people who drink like we do.

Mike may not bring me a box of chocolates this Valentine’s Day (though if he does, it should be dark chocolate with sea salt.)  He probably won’t bring me a dozen roses either.  But I do know for sure that we will share a toast over a nice bottle of Cabernet this Valentine’s Day. And there is no doubt in my mind, that because of LED, we will finish that bottle.

*This essay was originally published on BA50.com

Ronna Benjamin is the Managing Editor of BetterAfter50.com. About the time Ronna  turned 50, she had an epiphany.  After 28 years of practicing law, she realized she didn’t want to be a real estate attorney, and jumped into the world of writing.  She never looked back.  Ronna writes humorously about the things BA50’s are concerned about:  adult children, aging parents, illness, anxiety and insomnia, to name a few.  She is a native Bostonian and loves to spend time with her wonderful husband and three adult children.  She also loves to cook, sail, ski, run and bike.

There are a number of ways drinking with parents can go: It can be raucous and fun, celebratory, a proud part of growing up, weird and disconcerting, or loaded with judgement and shame.

In the Season 1 opener of Girls, Lena Dunham’s character, Hannah, has a glass of wine with dinner with her parents. And why not? She’s in her twenties–legal, and out of college. No one bats an eye.

In families with addiction issues, it can get complicated. My mother is a recovered alcoholic, and I didn’t feel comfortable drinking around her until recently. I was worried that my drinking would trigger a relapse for her.

In other families, there are discrepancies between how much the young adults drink and how much the parents drink, which can cause tension.

Here’s our take on drinking with our parents. We’d love to hear yours:

Caren: My parents were European, and some form of alcohol was always close by. They sipped wine at home with dinner, Slivovitz (plum brandy) or bloody mary’s with friends. If I asked for a taste, they always said yes, and as I grew into adulthood, we enjoyed countless dinners together during which the wine flowed freely. My parents were often the life of the party, twirling on the dance floor like no one else existed. I have fond memories of my father–who had a beautiful voice–belting out Romanian and Russian songs as if her were an Eastern European Pavarotti. I’m not sure it was the alcohol that made them love life at those moments, but I imagine it was a potent enhancement. So, yes, I’d say that I partied with my parents, and most of those memories are good ones!

Leah:  I never knew you could drink with your parents till college. My mother is a recovered alcoholic, so we never had liquor in the house, growing up. Some of the most fun I’ve ever had was drinking with my friends’ parents. In college, I so envied my friends whose parents would take us out drinking. A few of my wildest nights in college were spent drinking with my friends’ parents: once, in Paris, drinking wine at La Coupole, and then at various bars and another time, at a fancy dinner in my college town, where the wine was flowing. I just remember singing “Dixie Chicken” at the top of our lungs when we got back to our apartment. Drinking parents=parents who could still have fun + a bonding experience, the one time adults and their children could even the score. I felt sorry for my mom, since she was denied that pleasure, and I always hope, like Sara Eckel (who wrote a post about the fun times drinking with her parents) that I’ll be able to enjoy drinking when it’s appropriate and that I’ll be able to ride the party bus when I want, if I want, no matter how old I am!

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I don’t know about you, but my Sundays (and some Saturdays) since September have been filled with football. I have a husband and a son who are fairly smitten with watching overgrown boys run around a field in any type of weather throwing and chasing a ball, and then falling upon one another to retrieve what seems to be as valuable as the Hope diamond, ignoring that they are potentially crushing someone else’s–or their own–skull.

It is commonplace on these long weekend afternoons for my two boys to sit on our family room couch, snacking on thick, extra dark pretzels (paying no attention to the crumbs and salt bits that fall in between the couch cushions), tossing a football and tackling one another or our dog during commercials–and drinking. If my twelve-year-old is feeling really hyped up for the event, he’ll ask if he can have a soda–usually saved only for special occasions in our house–while my husband opts for a cold Saranac Black & Tan, his beer of choice on these special game days.

When game time begins and all players–and viewers–prepare for the coin toss (or on some days the pre-game show needs to be screened first), that’s my clue to take to the living room. I’ll usually curl up on the couch, with either a cup of tea or a glass of wine close by–book, newspaper, and laptop at the ready for at least four hours of quiet time (save for the occasional shrieks coming from the next room).

Once in a while, my husband will gently request (“quick! come fast! hurry up!”) that I come and join them to watch a replay of some player running 40 or 50 yards down the field and then doing some kind of tribal dance in the end zone (that’s actually my favorite part). I oblige for the sake of my son–wouldn’t want him to think that his mom isn’t a woman with varied interests.

And then, I retreat to my corner in the next room. Happy. My husband chugs his beer and my son his soda, and both scream at the TV. I sip my wine (or tea), cozily engaging in my reading and/or writing. So, in truth, it turns out that football days are not so bad. This coming Sunday is the almighty Super Bowl. There will probably be a lot of noise coming from our house as of 6:30 pm EST when the Baltimore Ravens and San Francisco 49ers take to the field (full disclosure: I had to ask a friend who was playing). I may hide out at a neighbor’s house. Or maybe, just maybe, I’ll put down my book, opt for a beer, and relocate to sit with the boys, pretending that I actually care.

by Meg Akabas

Did I have the “drinking” talk with my kids?  No, I did not.

You may find that shocking since I am a mother of four and a parenting consultant. Let me explain.

If we had sat down and talked to our kids when they were age 14 (or 13, or 16) about drinking responsibly, I’m convinced that it wouldn’t have done a bit of good. As with any other topic, if you wait to talk to your kids about something until they are grown, it’s really too late.

Teaching our children about restraint has been a cornerstone of our parenting philosophy since day one. Research shows that fostering self-discipline in age-appropriate ways early and often is the best way to end up with kids (and ultimately grown-ups) who can control their impulses. And, studies show that teaching children self-discipline generally produces better-behaved and more successful kids.

Babies are not born with self-control; cognitive scientists say that practicing restraint from a young age can significantly improve a person’s ability to curb impulses later in life. My husband and I guided this process, giving our children opportunities to develop self-control by having them experience waiting, sharing, and not always getting everything they wanted (yes, disappointment is OK!).

For example, you could foster restraint using our method of resisting demands for toys and other things by creating a gift list for each of your kids.  When your children see something they want, tell them that you will put it on the list of potential gifts for his or her next birthday or for holiday (whichever is coming up sooner).  When you return home, in fact, write the item on his/her gift list.  The list will satisfy their immediate craving. Then, when birthdays and holidays roll around, they will know what to request from grandparents and other relatives when asked what they want.

However, we found with our kids that often, well before the gift-giving occasion did roll around, even on occasion by the next time we looked at the list to add a suggestion, more than half of the items on the list were already out of favor!  The kids could actually see on their own how much their wants were mere whims that changed even before the item could be acquired. This delayed gift plan was one of many strategies we used to foster self-control in our children.

We also tried our best to be models of restraint and moderation ourselves by keeping an appropriate voice volume, choosing our words carefully, conserving materials, exercising, eating well, and being frugal. (I know – it sounds demanding…it is.)  Even though my husband and I are far from perfect, it seems to have made an impression on our kids, who all appear to be quite self-disciplined as teenagers and young adults.

So, instead of the “drinking talk,” we’ve had discussions (not lectures) about restraint in general on an ongoing basis. We’ve helped our kids to develop self-control in all aspects of life, and made our best effort to model moderation ourselves.  All this superseded the need for a discussion about drinking.

Don’t get me wrong; I distinctly remember telling my kids somewhere along the way about the health benefits and risks of drinking, the absolute, hands-down, non-negotiable rule of never getting into a car with someone behind the wheel who has been drinking, and the dangers of excessive drinking (sometimes fatal) associated with hazing. But, these were discussions that came up at various critical times and special situations (before prom night, before leaving for college) as a reminder of what we had already taught them.

“Everything in moderation” is what we have instilled in our children. And, that goes for alcohol as well. It has worked for us for two reasons: the fact that my children have grown up in New York City and don’t drive is a salient factor. The other factor is that there is no history of alcoholism or any sort of addictive behavior in either my family or my husband’s.  So, for us, moderation has been a strong enough warning. Other parents would need to alter their message to suit their particular situation.

Nevertheless, as a parenting skills educator, my advice to other parents is that your attitude and approach to teaching your kids about drinking should be the same as all other things you teach your children. In short, you must start young and it should be a part of overall values you instill in your children. My point is that a “talk” just isn’t going to cut it as they head off to their first party.

What is my own relationship to drinking?  I have a glass of wine at the very end of most days for enjoyment and as a health measure (though the jury is still out on this one). I admit — wine and cheese are actually my two favorite food indulgences (even over chocolate)! Sure, there are times when I have to resist a second or third glass of wine (or piece of cheese); at those times, a little voice thankfully reminds me what I’ve hammered into my kids — you know — restraint….

Meg Akabas is the founder of New York City-based Parenting Solutions, a consultancy designed to help parents discover the joy in parenting, and the author of 52 Weeks of Parenting Wisdom: Effective Strategies for Raising Happy, Responsible Kids.   She regularly provides one-on-one consultations and leads workshops for parents and teachers on infancy through pre-adolescence.   

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As many of you may know (since we’ve announced it on our blog a few times!) our book, Drinking Diaries: Women Serve Their Stories Straight Up, is out in the world—available online and in bookstores around the country. The women who wrote essays for us were brave enough to share their stories and so, it seems, are you.

Lately, we’ve been getting some fascinating posts on our Share Your Stories section of the blog. Every Wednesday, we interview writers about their drinking lives, but it was always our intention to hear from you, too–our readers, who are all over the map in terms of age, stage, profession and culture. Although we focus on women’s drinking stories, we’re very happy when men chime in with their stories as well, since we are all partners in this crazy life.

Our mission at Drinking Diaries has always been to be a safe space where people can share their “drinking” stories, without judgment or shame.

Jax: “I’ll never know when or why or how [my husband’s] drinking turned into alcoholism – he’s not around to ask. I still occasionally drink. I think it’s important to show my kids that an adult can drink responsibly. But the things my seven year old has seen, has felt, will have a lasting impact on his perception of alcohol. I’m not sure what’s in store for my kids, but I want to make sure they have an understanding of the power of alcohol and what it can do – but that it’s okay to try, responsibly, with friends.”

Gary: The intensity of Dad’s drinking and smoking (2.5 packs of Camels/day) made what took place in his 79th year truly astounding. Following a 3-month hospital stay after a near-death surgery, Dad emerged clean. He returned home to find his stockpile of 2 cases of beer in the refrigerator, but never opened one of them. Eventually, he packed them up and gave them to one of his buddies along with a couple cartons of Camels, minus one cigarette, which he kept on his workbench for the rest of his life. When I visited home, I’d sometimes catch a glimpse of him with it in his mouth, strutting a bit with the pride of a man who had the willpower to quit.”

Jodi: “I’ve given up drinking!!!…I don’t want to be the one on the floor, the one in the toilet retching or the one who ends up in a comprising situation with that guy from accounts. The truth is drinking hurts my stomach and has for many years…Now I have to rethink every social situation and living in London (England) and not drinking can and will be a challenge.”

Pippi: “In third grade I needed to let off some steam, usually towards the end of the week, so I would hit the booze. After school I would head to the bar, the fully stocked bar with spittoons, sink and fridge in my basement. The family crest hung large behind the bartender’s head. I would turn on the small saloon lamp with the drunk at the base lying on the park bench.”

What’s your Drinking story?

And now, we’d like to share a bit of Drinking Diaries news:

–For a few “sips” of the book, you can check out the September issue of MORE magazine, which features Joyce Maynard’s intense essay about how it felt to be arrested for possible DUI (as the daughter of an alcoholic father). Elissa Schappell’s essay was a Modern Love piece, featured on the front page of the Sunday NYTimes Style page.

–Drinking Diaries is featured on THE FIX, a great site about all kinds of addictions.

–Leah was interviewed for Gretchen Rubin’s addictive Happiness Project blog.

Here are a few things you can do to support our project:

–Share your story!

–“Like” us on the Drinking Diaries Amazon page (press the little yellow thumbs up button to the right of the book’s image)

–Give Drinking Diaries as a gift—support your local bookstore by going in and asking if they have the book—if not, they can probably order it.

Thanks so much for reading our blog and being part of the Drinking Diaries community.

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by Kate Rockland

I am the mother to a very boisterous 11-month old. Before giving birth to my son, I was pregnant one other time which ended in miscarriage. With that pregnancy, I followed all the rules: I didn’t drink a drop of alcohol, stopped getting the light brown highlights I favor, didn’t even use nail polish on my toes lest the chemicals seep into my skin. I used all-natural shampoo and conditioner, stopped jogging, and took up prenatal yoga. I took my prenatal vitamins religiously, and avoided all the reccomended foods such as tuna fish, unpasteurized cheeses, and sliced deli meat. I miscarried at thirteen weeks, and felt devastated. I’d followed every rule my midwife recommended, and still, tragedy struck.

When I got pregnant for the second time with my son, I started out by again following all the rules. But everything changed when I booked a trip with my husband to California. The area surrounding Sonoma is wine country, and I found myself staying in a very quirky b&b by the ocean in the small town of Carmel. I was seven months pregnant, and enchanted by all the local vineyards and small, independent labels I read on the bar menu in our lobby. The name of the bed and breakfast was the Cypress Inn, run by the actress Doris Day. One is allowed to bring one’s dog, and the lobby bar, which has an open patio section with pretty white lights strung in the trees, showcases several of the inn’s dogs, as well as big Great Danes resting on beds by the roaring outdoor fireplace. A surreal, eartheal and beautiful scene, set by the ocean.

I guiltily fingered the bar menu, as my husband smiled at me. There was a quote by Humphrey Bogart on the cover, which read: “The problem with the world is that everyone is a few drinks behind.” My gaze lingered over a local 2009 Chardonnay from the Heller Estate, a vineyard which we would later visit down the road from the hotel. “Why don’t you order a glass?” my husband asked. “One glass of wine would be fine for the baby, I know women who drink one a day while pregnant!”

“I guess I’ll play a game of hide the belly under the table,” I answered sardonically when the waiter approached our table. I glanced furtively around, sure any moment someone from the Mom Police, aka our society in general would haul me away in handcuffs. My nervousness was unwarranted however, when I spotted a very famous and very pregnant actress three tables over. I gasped. She appeared to be drinking a glass of Pinot Noir, and looked relaxed and happy, laughing with friends. I’d just seen a movie she was in the week before we left on our trip. “Did you see?” I asked my husband. “I did!” he replied. Well. If a woman nominated for an Oscar could enjoy a glass of grape, so could I.

I just had the one glass of Chardonnay, but because it was one glass I enjoyed it more than I’d ever enjoyed wine before. Before the pregnancies, I was known to drink an entire bottle alone. This time, I learned to sip, and my one glass lasted the hour spent in that courtyard, trying not to ogle the actress. I tried a different glass from a different local vineyard each night of our vacation, and it turned out to be one of my favorite trips ever taken in my lifetime. After dealing with the heartache of miscarriage, I realized that I had to stop beating myself up. I’d followed all the rules doctors ask of pregnant women, and ended up without a baby. Part of me feels asking pregnant women not to drink a sip of wine throughout their entire nine months is another way of controlling women, which is what our society likes to do. There is definitely a very scary term called fetal alcohol syndrome, but I don’t believe one glass of wine enjoyed from time to time with dinner results in that sad diagnosis. I think my own miscarriage happened because not every pregnancy is meant to be, and I have to accept that we are human and therefore part of nature.

My son was born on a whip-cold night last winter, and he came out perfectly healthy at 7 pounds, 4 ounces. I’d never seen such a beautiful baby in my life. I hope our society eases up a little on the restraints for pregnant women, and that my fellow sisters no longer feel they have to play “hide the bump under the table” while out enjoying themselves at a restaurant or neighborhood bar. There’s always people who overdo it and I don’t condone that. But a nice, full-bodied glass of Chardonnay after a day filled with backaches, sore breasts, and bloated feet? That surely, we deserve.

Kate Rockland is the author of  150 Pounds, and Falling Is Like This. Kate lives in Hoboken, NJ with her husband, son, and cat, Elizabeth Taylor. She is a frequent contributor to the New York Times. She weighs 150 pounds.

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This past weekend, I went back to my college with my husband and my three kids, who range in age from 7 to 13. I wasn’t coming for a reunion—just a vacation–but after the weekend was over, I understood why I had chosen to go to my twentieth college reunion (a year or two before) with friends rather than family.

At my 20^th reunion, I happily threw myself back into the spirit of camaraderie and drinks at my favorite dive bars. Going back with my family was a different matter.  I was cringingly aware of how on a college campus, alcohol is, seemingly, everywhere. Suddenly, Collegetown seemed to be just a collection of bars with a few stores sprinkled between them.

We went to a popular lunch spot on Friday before noon, and sat at a counter near the cash register. My 13 and 10-year-old daughters watched, wide-eyed, as fresh-faced girls who looked like they could be in high school ordered beer and sangria, waiting with sparkly-eyed anticipation for their drinks. The guys behind them, proudly wearing their Greek-lettered sweatshirts, ordered pitchers from the tap. “Are they allowed to drink?” my daughter asked. “What’s a growler?” my 7-year-old son asked.  I had no idea, but then I realized that it had something to do with the beers and taps and pitchers arrayed before us.

Um, see, I know we’ve been talking about this thing called the drinking age, but all that goes out the window in college. We went to visit a relative of ours at a neighboring college, who proudly showed us her fake id. Woops.

Sometimes, these issues just hit us in the face, whether we’re ready to talk to our kids or not. How can I talk about college drinking to my kids? How can I expain that sometimes, the drinking was fun. But for me, it got out of hand. Out of proportion. It became too central; too key.

I looked at that girl at the counter, waiting for her Friday-before-12 sangria, with a sparkle in her eye, and I saw myself at her age, saw the absurdity of letting life constrict down to a liquid in a bottle of a glass—as if that magic elixir could take away the doubts and uncertainties that go with approaching adulthood.

“Mom, that girl said the d word and the a word,” my son said. Later, in a parking lot, a guy let out a loud burp, much to my kids’ delight. Students clustered outside the downtown bars, smoking.

Smoking. Drinking. Burping. Cursing. After all those years of living at home, some of these kids are tasting freedom for the first time. Part of that is freedom to make bad decisions. These may be the only four years in a person’s life that they can really let loose. I didn’t say these things, but I will, when they’re older.

All these years later, as I explored the campus and the town with my children in search of wholesome activities, I realized there were plenty. The outdoor pursuits were endless—hiking, biking, kayaking, canoeing, running.  I dabbled in some. But why had I never ventured out to the Plantations, after my brief stint on the crew team freshman year. Why hadn’t I gone to the bird sanctuary, Sapsucker Woods? What peace I could have found there. I could have hiked to one of the many gorges and waterfalls when I felt anxious, instead of heading over to the campus pub.

“Dad; did you drink a lot in college?” the kids asked in the car, on the way home. I was relieved they didn’t ask me, because I’m not sure what I would have said. Should I have told them that I regret placing so much importance on drinking and serve myself up as a cautionary tale?  But what good are regrets? And, my warring mind says, I was learning important lessons–testing the boundaries as I never did in adolescence, experimenting, learning my limits.

Or should I have fudged the truth and said I really didn’t drink that much at all?

For now, I’m choosing a middle path. We talk about what we see, alcohol-wise, and we talk about peoples’ choices and how those choices determine the course of their lives. The truth is, I don’t think I would have earned a spot at such a great university if drinking had been central to my high school life.

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Although many are opposed to the notion of giving a child who is still a minor some alcohol, I am not. I believe that kids who are exposed to drinking in a responsible way, and don’t see alcohol as simply a vehicle for getting drunk, are better off in the long run. They are less likely to see alcohol as a forbidden fruit and suffer the impending syndrome that can indeed lead to binge drinking.

So, I was delighted to read mom/journalist/blogger (who happens to be a friend of a friend), Laura Zinn Fromm’s post on her blog, Flawed Mom, about her own drinking experiences with her teenage son. And evidently, so was CBS Early Morning Show, who came across her blog post and then featured her and her family–including a chat with her teenage son–on the show which aired on Wednesday. To see the clip, titled “Teenage Binge Drinking Risks,” click here.

We, at Drinking Diaries, would love to get your feedback/comments on the issue of teenage drinking, specifically in terms of exposing your child(ren) to alcohol in your presence.

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Back in December, 2009, Liz Burns, a librarian and blogger (most recently, for School Library Journal), asked on her blog for suggestions of children’s and young adult books where an alcoholic (including recovering alcoholics) is portrayed as something other than an evil, abusive person. I actually wrote about it here on Drinking Diaries, but as an addendum to another post, and I felt it should get its own post.

Burns cited two books: The Higher Power of Lucky by Susan Patron (being in the program and recovery is a fact of life) and Once Was Lost by Sara Zarr (alcoholic parent as flawed, needing help, but not portrayed as evil or abusive).

Some other books that made the list:

Blessing’s Bead by Debby Dahl Edwardson

Last Night I Sang to the Monster by Benjamin Alire Saenz

The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian by Sherman Alexie

Tempo Change by Barbara Hull

Up a Road Slowly by Irene Hunt

Rules of the Road by Joan Bauer

Best Foot Forward by Joan Bauer

Lush by Natasha Friend

Crash into Me by Albert Borris

Thanksgiving at the Inn by Tim Whitney

How To Say Goodbye In Robot by Natalie Standiford

A Tree Grows in Brooklyn by Betty Smith

Because of Winn Dixie by Kate DiCamillo

I would also add Elizabeth Scott’s portrayal of a teenage alcoholic to the list, in her book, Love You, Hate You, Miss You. And one of my own favorites when I was a teen, called The Late Great Me by Sandra Scoppetone. Also–The Spectacular Now, by Tim Tharp. Oh yeah, and a memoir by Susan Juby called Nice Recovery.

Anyone else have any books to add to the mix? Children’s? Teens? Adult books welcome, too. As far as adult books, I’ve mentioned how much I love Anne Lamott’s Rosie. Just read a great review of Lily King’s latest novel, Father of the Rain, which portrays an alcoholic father.

The following question and answer recently appeared in the Ask Amy column in the Washington Post. We thought our readers would be interested because the question speaks to another aspect of drinking: What if  you worry not about your own drinking, but about the drinking of someone you love? Do you agree with Amy’s advice, or would you offer some different thoughts?

DEAR AMY: Is there a difference between a heavy drinker and an alcoholic?

My husband goes through two cases of beer and two to four bottles of liquor every month (by himself) and usually has a minimum of three drinks every day. As soon as he walks in the door, he heads for the liquor cabinet.

In his favor, he always stops drinking once dinner is on the table (unless we are eating out, in which case he drinks a bottle of wine).

He rarely gets drunk; I can count the number of times I’ve seen him drunk in our 15 years together. He doesn’t pass out, and it hasn’t affected his ability to work. But he does get loud and can be argumentative after a few drinks.

I am very worried, frustrated and irritated by his drinking. I’ve asked him to quit — or at least cut back — many, many times. Sometimes he will go a day or two without drinking, but in no time, he’s back to his usual routine.

Is he the one with the drinking problem, or am I? — Worried Wife

DEAR WIFE: Your husband’s drinking is causing problems in your relationship, and I venture that you spend more time worrying about and compensating for his drinking than you even realize.

It’s evident that you are counting his drinks, carefully marking his consumption, watching his reactions and monitoring his behavior. No doubt you avoid some social situations, don’t make after-dinner plans and always drive after a night out.

Now that you’ve inventoried his drinking, take an honest inventory of the impact his alcohol use has on you and your relationship.

Then take yourself to an Al-Anon meeting. You’ll learn that distinctions between being a heavy drinker and an alcoholic don’t really matter. What matters are the choices you make for yourself. Check Al-anon.alateen.org for a local meeting.

Unless you have a tween in the house, you may not be familiar with the popular teen magazine, J-14, otherwise known as Justin Beiber-land. In a recent issue, the Hot Topic was drinking, so naturally, my 12-year-old daughter ran to show me the magazine.

We recently confronted the issue at Passover. After the seder, my daughter  said it was weird, because some of the teens at the table (all relatives of ours) were drinking wine. “But I don’t get it. It’s illegal,” she said.

What followed was me hem-ing and haw-ing, and then a frank discussion of when it’s okay to break rules or not. We talked about the Holocaust, 9-11 (when some people blindly followed the PA system’s call to “stay at your desk”) and that classic moral dilemma: Would you steal if you couldn’t afford the drugs that would save your child’s life? It’s one of those gray areas that marks adult thinking versus childhood’s black-and-white thinking. I’m glad life provided the opportunity to have this discussion, even though we didn’t come to any neat conclusions, and my daughter held her ground.

But back to the teen mag. When asked if they think it’s Okay to drink before the legal age, the readers of J-14 responded like this:

42% said yes! “It’s okay in moderation!” (everything in these mags has exclamation points)

58% said no! “I’ll pass on the alcohol!”

Some of those who felt it was okay to drink before the legal age mentioned special occasions  (sips of champagne on New Year’s, family gatherings). Another reader realistically pointed out the temptations in college (a younger drinking age would change the legality factor there).

What about those who said they wouldn’t drink before the legal age? One reader said, “I don’t understand why people drink. I don’t need alcohol to feel good.” Another pointed to her responsibility as a role model for her younger siblings. Another said she plans to never drink at all because she has a relative who is an alcoholic. Still another reader (Amanda Lynne) said the following: “I’m only in seventh grade and many kids are getting in major trouble for bringing alcohol like vodka to school. 12 is too young to drink! I definitely will wait ’til I’m legal–mostly because I think it’s the right thing to do.”

61% of the teens they polled had tasted alcohol. 39% had not.

List some words that describe you…

Artist, grandmother, ultra-liberal, health-conscious vegetarian, lover of nature, immigrant.

How old were you when you had your first drink?

I was in my early twenties, I was working as a children’s nurse at a hospital in the city. People smoked and drank. I did it, too.

What was your favorite drink?

I was never really hot for drinking. The only time I liked to drink was when I was on vacation with my girlfriends–we drank a lot of wine and other stuff in Greece and Spain, and I got a taste for it.

Did your parents or siblings drink?

My older brother drank (I am the youngest of 5). My other brother drank only on special occasions. Not my sisters or my mother. In those days (Europe in the 1940s and 50s) it wasn’t fashionable for women to drink. Men and boys drank, but mostly on special occasions, and at dances. I don’t know if my father drank. [He left the family when she was one.]

Was there alcoholism in your family?

According to a family tree that my oldest brother researched and made, one guy a long, long time ago was put in jail for drunken behavior. I have a picture of my father, in a Teetotaler’s Club.

When did your drinking cross a line? Were you aware that you had crossed a line?

In my early 40s. I had been socially drinking before then. I bought a gallon of wine and I drank all day long. I always had liquor in the house, mostly wine–Ernest & Julio Gallo was my favorite–because it was cheaper, and I thought wine wasn’t so bad.

Did anyone notice you were drinking too much?

My husband was nice, but he said things. Some of my friends noticed. Once, on vacation,  [the husband of a friend] said, “You don’t have to drink everything there is.” I guess I drank all the beer in the house. He bawled me out, and it was traumatic.

How was it raising two kids while drinking?

Miraculously, I could function–I don’t remember who made breakfast, or who made the lunches, but I always had dinner on the table.

What was the low point?

We went to Mexico City with our two children and stayed with a friend who had a huge property, like the Garden of Eden, surrounded by a high wall. I got so upset because there was a flood, and I felt like the Garden of Eden was being lost, so I drank myself into oblivion, and ended up in bed. In Mexico, I drank from beginning to end. When we came home, my husband said, “You have to do something about your drinking.” I got scared when he got serious. It’s hard even to think straight when you’re drunk all the time.

How did you get sober?

I was detoxed in a hospital. A lot of people do it themselves. I was in the care of a doctor, and I was in the hospital for at least a week, and then I went to a group for a long time, a therapy group run by this doctor, who was also a psychiatrist and a [recovered] alcoholic. He was the right guy for me. I also went to AA at least twice a week. I made all my friends there. I went to AA for many, many years–20 to 25 years.

Do you have any advice to someone trying to stay sober?

In my case, I had to think about something that could replace the drinking. I was still smoking. Stopping smoking [some years later] was extremely hard.

What helped you the most?

My husband was supportive. He stopped drinking. We had no liquor in the house. If we’d had liquor in the house, I know for sure I couldn’t have made it.

What’s the best part about being sober?

Everything. I was amazed at how I felt in my head. Before, my head felt heavy, like I had cottonballs in it. After I stopped drinking, I got so light; it felt great.

Did you ever have a relapse?

No.

Is there anything you miss about drinking?

Nothing. Sometimes, when I see people drink a little wine for dinner, I wish I could have that, but I put it far away from me. I know it’s untouchable. If I were to start drinking today, I would go back immediately to my dependence.

What’s your view of AA?

It’s great. It saved my life. If I were ever tempted, I’d go back.

Do you have a favorite quote or book or inspiration that has helped you through the years?

When I was in AA, somebody gave me a poem called “Desiderata.” When you drink, you have a lot of self doubt and guilt. It’s a three-fold illness: spiritual, emotional and physical. The poem helped because it says you shouldn’t compare yourself with others, and everybody has a right to be here on earth. Everybody who is born has a right. “The Big Book” from AA and the Twelve Steps helped very much, too. “The Big Book” helps, because it has drinking stories in it.

by RhoRho

I’ve always said that I don’t trust people who don’t drink (yes, even out loud), so it’s only fitting that I’m married to someone who shares my affection for the booze.  We’re married with children, a dog, a mortgage and a ton of bills, and we do what most parents we know do to take the edge off at the end of the day: we drink. We don’t take any prescription or street drugs, we don’t smoke cigarettes or gamble away the family’s money on slot machines. We drink.

Sometimes my husband, who typically drinks quite responsibly, can get off his game. A few times a year, he gets around an old buddy, starts mixing it all up like a kid in a candy store, and gets good and shit-faced. He starts with vodka and Red Bulls, then goes to beer, then maybe some of my wine. He loses any shred of common sense. But me, I’m too fuzzy myself in those situations to notice, and sometimes, he doesn’t even appear to be all that drunk. But the next morning, he awakens, throws his arm across his forehead, lifts one knee up toward the ceiling, and coughs a little bit. This is when I know. The Hangover.

Now, normal people like me awaken, acknowledge the Hangover, moan a little bit, and get on with it. We have kids to feed, duties to perform, coffee to make. Not my husband. He is famous for the all-day hangover, and when he “pulls one,” as I have come to call it, he is either in the bed or hugging the toilet until about seven o’clock at night, when he suddenly pops up, takes a hot bath, and starts cleaning the house or something crazy like that.  He may not drink for a week or two after a really bad one, and I get lonely for my drinking buddy. If I do suffer from overindulging, I am out of commission (meaning wine) for one, two days, tops. What if I pulled an all-dayer, I ask?

When I see the first sign – the arm flinging over the forehead, I get furious. And I don’t mean furious on the inside, I mean steaming mad and threatening him with his life.  It’s not like, at the time, he has much control over his body, but my point is that, by God, he should’ve used his head last night and stuck to Michelob Ultra. I can’t be the booze police and have my own fun too! He has to be in fresh air to even try to recover, so on the last one, he got his ass up and out of the bed and into the yard, where he chopped wood in the rain… as he puked. What must the neighbors have thought? “That bitch runs a tight ship,” that’s what they thought.

At this point, yes, the booze is our stress relief, but when we think about the thousands of dollars that could be sitting cozily in the bank, we do question ourselves. And those dozens of hours lost on all those Saturdays, while the kids are asking, “Mommy what’s wrong with Daddy?” are irreplaceable, and he lost them to something as ridiculous as bingeing like a frat boy.

I do get nervous before a night out, and start threatening him before he even thinks about mixing. He doesn’t want The Hangover any more than I do. And me, I want a husband I can take places. But to his credit, it has dwindled down to only a few times a year.

We don’t really see ourselves ever giving it up totally, and we question what we would do if there were ever an ultimatum. Spouse or alcohol? Could the former even cope with the other if not for the latter? Make sense? So for now, we’re trying to be responsible drinkers, take taxis so the DHS doesn’t come get our kids, and enjoy it rather than depend on it. We’re trying, I said. Our own little Days of Wine and Roses.

RhoRho is a mother of two, wife, freelance writer, blogger, kid taxi service, budget traveler and wine enthusiast, among other things. She has been freelance writing here and there for several years, with writing for a magazine like National Geographic Traveler being one of her many ultimate goals. Rhonda lives with her husband, two kids, a Welsh Corgie and a Dwarf bunny, and travels whenever possible. Her blogs are: Momwhodrinksandcusses and Wine4poorishfolk

The other day, I opened up the fridge in my kitchen to get something to drink–like a glass of orange juice or sparkling water. I pulled the door ajar, and noticed an open bottle of Fiddlehead Cellars Sauvignon Blanc, flanked in between a container of milk and the Hershey’s chocolate syrup. I couldn’t help but wonder: what do my children (ages 16, 13 and 9) think when they search for a beverage and come across that green bottle, half full and stuffed with a cork?

The truth is, I don’t think they think much of it. And I’m glad they don’t. In our home, wine is enjoyed with food by my husband and me as much and as frequently as a mug of hot cocoa or a chilled glass of lemonade. My kids ask for the occasional taste, and we allow them, hoping that this may be the better–and more sensible–route to avoiding the “forbidden fruit” phenomenon.

On the other hand, they have come to realize–and we have openly discussed–the fact that their grandmother is an alcoholic. So, I assume there is some concern on their part when they see their mom and dad sipping away during most of our family dinners.

My great hope is that our model of moderation is something they are steadily absorbing. That they understand that it is possible–for many, but not all–to enjoy the fruit of the vine without getting drunk, plastered or addicted. They’ve seen a close family member in bad shape. And in some way, I’m not unhappy that they’ve seen it, because it perhaps shows them that when abused, drinking can lead them down a potentially tragic path.

So for the meantime, we’ll continue to leave those open and unfinished bottles of wine in our fridge (when my mother is not around, that is). And it’ll hopefully continue to be as mundane for my kids as a jar of mustard, a container of yogurt, a bottle of marinade, or whatever else they’ll find in there…

To let your teens sip, or not to let them sip champagne on New Year’s Eve? That is the question.

Perhaps you’ll be sitting at home with your family, having a glass of champagne and watching the ball drop. Or maybe you’ll be having a party, or out at a party, or on vacation, where there’s drinking aplenty.

Maybe you’re not a parent, but you probably have an opinion, nonetheless. So do you approve or disapprove of teens sipping champagne along with their parents on New Year’s?

There are two camps: the loosen-up it’s New Year’s camp, and the it’s illegal and unhealthy to drink underage–even a sip–camp. Which camp are you in?

Here at drinking diaries, we have previously come down on the side of let your teen have a sip; what harm can it do? If alcohol is made to be forbidden or taboo, then it becomes desirable to a teen. Letting them have sips of champagne teaches moderation, and let’s face it, most kids have tried alcohol before 18. But there’s another side that’s equally compelling, as we read in a recent article on the Canadian newswire.

John Lieberman, director of operations for Visions Adolescent Treatment Centers in Malibu and Brentwood, California, is opposed to introducing kids to alcohol at home. According to Lieberman, “The studies show that the earlier someone has their first experience with drugs or alcohol or R-rated movies or sex, the earlier somebody does that, the more apt they are to have an addiction or a problem or consequences as a result of that behavior.”

Even in France, where the attitude toward drinking is perceived as laissez-faire, they’ve raised the drinking age from 16 to 18, due to increases in binge drinking and alcohol-induced hospitalizations.

Consider the words of Jeffrey Wolfsberg, head of a company that offers seminars to students and parents on drug and alcohol use and prevention: “When we look at who struggles with alcohol-related problems in college, it’s not the kids who go off with no drinking experience. It’s the kids who have established drinking patterns in high school.”

Interesting, but that wasn’t the case with me. I had no drinking experience whatsoever when I went off to college, and I went nuts. I had no idea how to drink; no idea of my limits. I was like a kid in a candy store.

So perhaps there’s no easy answer. When asked the question, “should parents let their teens have sips of champagne on New Years?” even Wolfsberg says maybe…maybe not:  ”Both approaches are fine..it’s not so much what’s being done–it’s the meaning [behind it] that matters most.”

So what will your approach be this New Year’s Eve? What is your opinion?