An Ever-evolving Relationship With My Wine Glass

At 16, my wine glass had a Bartles and James label on it.

At 18, my wine glass was a box.

At 20, my wine glass was a beer bottle.

At 25, my first legit wine glass came wrapped in Happy Engagement Paper.

At 26, my wine glass was full of whatever was on sale at the liquor store directly under my apartment.

At 27, 28 and 31, my wine glass was full of water in a pathetic, pregnant attempt to mimic the experience.

At 34, after I lost my mom, my wine glass was full of vodka. Grapes don’t touch grief.

wine and kids, wine glass, rubber ducksAt 35, my wine glass was full of great reds, interesting whites, and the occasional lego.

At 36, pregnant with twins, my wine glass was full of white wine spritzer because the bubbles negate the alcohol, right? Whatevs … don’t judge me. They’re fine.

At 40 … what wine glass? Most nights I drink it straight out of the bottle.

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Author: Karen Latimer

Karen is a Family Doctor, mom of five and founder of Tips From Town.


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