Like drinking stars. That’s how Mary Karr describes it in her memoir, The Liar’s Club, a line she picked up from her mother. She drank red wine and 7-Up one night from a bone-china cup when she was a kid and she felt that slow warmth, almost like a light. “Something like a big sunflower was opening at the very center of my being,” she writes, and when I read that, I knew exactly what she meant. The wine just eased through me in that Greek restaurant, all the way through to my bones, illuminating some calm and gentler piece of my soul.
