A Shot Glass of Truth.

by Stefanie Wilder-Taylor


Last Tuesday night I found myself sitting alone in a hotel bar in NYC with a shot glass full of a sweet looking alcoholic concoction – a gift from the bartender I’d been idly chatting with for the past half hour while I ate my arugula salad with shaved parmesan and then dove into my seared scallops over mushroom risotto. Right up until this moment I’d been having the first almost relaxing day in a long time. Having spent six hours on Jet Blue with its nonstop in flight cable television entertainment and free flowing Diet 7 Up, I’d managed to get a third of the way through a novel and gone over my notes for the Today Show which I’d be taping on Thursday and with no babies to put to bed there was nothing for me to do but eat some dinner, go watch a little TV and get some sleep. Also right up until this moment, the thought of drinking had been the furthest thing from my mind. Well, that’s not completely true; the bartender had been talking in his tough Long Island accent about all the drinking he’d been doing with his buddies and fairly early in the conversation it was obvious that a good time always included booze – which is something I could totally relate to.


The wine bottles were starting to take on a dramatic glow in the artfully lit frame of a bar and I couldn’t help but think how good a glass of nice Merlot would taste after my long day. The reason I quit drinking was that I was doing it every night, at home, isolated – not because I drank too much when I went out or was alone in a bar with no responsibilities, right? Right? Well, no. This was a question I’d already posed to myself many times before I made the humbling decision to give up drinking entirely. It wasn’t that I always drank too much in a social environment; it was that sometimes I did. And I couldn’t predict when those times would be. So I knew that drinking was out of the question. Yet, I was fantasizing about wine like it was an old boyfriend I’d had a dysfunctional relationship with yet when I missed him could only remember the way it felt when I was asleep in the crook of his arm or the way his voice softened when he said “I love you.”


I was alone. In New York. With no one watching over me. But the bartender was now talking about how he moved out of his house when he was sixteen because as he put it, “my mother liked the bottle too much.”


“Really,” I said, not as a question. “Does she still drink?”


Stefanie: I really appreciate your candor. What I have found is that drinking is a crutch that keeps me from dealing with the issues that I really need to deal with. I don't want to be THAT mom either. Thanks for the reality check!


@AManfred - no, unfortunately, one shot isn't fine, she said so herself.
@Stefanie - nice work, you did good. I hope you enjoyed the night off from the kids!


Keep up the good work, Steph. It must have been hard to not think "just this once", you just have to distract yourself and stay on course, and eventually it will become easier to not miss it.


Sigh. Come on. One shot is fine.


Stephanie, I would love it if you would be a guest on my radio show - One Smart Mother - WGCH in Greenwich, CT. Please contact me if you have any interest - nas2107@columbia.edu. Thanks! Nina Sutton

mommy of one

Stefanie, you rock!! Keep up the great work----I love how your inspiration to not drink is your desire to be the mother you want to be!