I have spent years juggling my three jobs: teacher, mother, and alcoholic. By Jennifer Dines
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Lunchtime beers would spill into afternoon cocktails and then more cocktails. By Jordan Souza
I heard the baby crying again, I didn’t get up. I was too hungover. By Victoria Vanstone
On Friday nights, I would rush through my daughter’s bedtime books, slurring words and skipping full pages. By Shelley Mann Hite
