It Could Have Been Me: When Stupidity Means Death and Other Fears of a Mother

(originally published on MyBrownBaby.com) I drank too much that night. I was nineteen years old, hanging out with friends in my dorm, listening to music, playing spades and sipping for the first time on something I’d never heard of until then: MD 20/20. Yep, I was nineteen. And dumb. Not dumb as in unintelligent or…