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Those unfortunate anniversaries.


Hi friends,

I used to keep a section on my site about women and drinking. Especially special needs moms and drinking, because we are at exceptionally high risk of dependency. (high stress life, little to no support) Years ago, some SEO people told me to prune anything “irrelevant” to IEPs and disabilities, so I did. But I held onto those pieces. One of them feels right to reshare now.

And, there is a "blog" section of the Village, where anyone can share whatever they want--like an online journal. Anonymous or not, up to you. But I'm glad I have a place to put these old posts, because they generated a ton of email from women looking for support.

We all have anniversary dates in our lives that are not happy ones. One of mine was last week. September 26th is the anniversary of my mom’s death. She drank herself to death at 39—I was only 9. Every year around this time, I find myself thinking about her, my own choices, and the “wine mom” culture so many of us swim in.

I first wrote the piece over 10 years ago. If I were writing it today, I’d probably tweak a few things. But it’s a snapshot in time, and I want to share it as I wrote it. Some parts may feel uncomfortable, that’s okay. Sit with that.

READ IT

In the essay, I talk about:

  • Growing up with an alcoholic mom and how that shaped my parenting.
  • Falling into suburban wine culture myself, because it’s everywhere.
  • The anxiety/alcohol link that so many women quietly struggle with.
  • Why I finally chose to step away from drinking.

It’s personal, it’s messy, and it’s not about judgment. It’s about honesty. I’m not a counselor, and I don’t play one on the internet, but if you’re questioning your own relationship with alcohol, I encourage you to read women’s voices on the topic. Books like Almost Alcoholic, Quit Like a Woman, and This Naked Mind really resonated with me.

It’s been years since I stopped, and I can say this much: my health is better, my patience is deeper, and my kids have the mom they deserve. I don’t really miss “my” mom, but I miss having a mom. That loss is what keeps me honest about all this.

Cheering for you--

Lisa

PS: If you're online ordering books, don't forget to order "Your IEP Playbook." Ships in two weeks!

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