We sing of what we think we know, mother, father, skin, and flaws.

I make a lot of jokes about how completing certain activities — purchasing stock, having a 401(k), paying my property taxes on time for once — make me feel like a true adult.

Tonight I asked my mother for the first time how my father’s relationship with alcohol impacts her.

Asking that question set a new personal standard for what it means to be an adult.

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