“The weekend my husband and I stopped drinking was a surprise to us both,” writes Bryn Lansdowne. “I was taking my first solo mom weekend away from my 2-year-old son, staying at a beautiful seaside hotel. I went there with no intention of changing my behavior whatsoever. In fact, I packed a couple bottles of red wine for the occasion. My vision was to spend three days wrapped in a Pendleton blanket by the fire pit, responsible for nothing but my Kindle and a big glass of red wine.” Well, she read something that made her decide to quit, called her husband, and learned he was ready to quit, too. They just had one big concern — but how it actually played out surprised them both. — Kelly Faircloth, Executive Editor |