Darla Durand: Just a Sip, Kartoniert / Broschiert
Just a Sip
- A Memoir About Wine, Midlife, and Finding Yourself Again
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- Verlag:
- Sturgeon River Press, 10/2026
- Einband:
- Kartoniert / Broschiert
- Sprache:
- Englisch
- ISBN-13:
- 9781067872106
- Artikelnummer:
- 12951244
- Umfang:
- 124 Seiten
- Gewicht:
- 154 g
- Maße:
- 216 x 140 mm
- Stärke:
- 7 mm
- Erscheinungstermin:
- 17.10.2026
- Hinweis
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Achtung: Artikel ist nicht in deutscher Sprache!
Klappentext
There was no rock bottom. That was the problem.
No intervention. No crisis. No morning she couldn't function. Just a good job, grown daughters, granddaughters she adored, and a glass of wine every evening that had quietly become the thing the whole day pointed toward.
Darla Durand was in her sixties when she finally asked the question she'd been avoiding for years: is this actually working for me?
Just a Sip is the story of what happened next. Not a recovery memoir. Not a program. One woman's honest account of grey-area drinking, the kind that never looks like a problem from the outside, and the ordinary morning she wrote a date on a sticky note and stuck it to the fridge.
In all those years, nobody ever said a word to her about it. She explains exactly why, and it is not the reason you would expect.
What followed surprised her. Sleep that finally worked. The weight that hadn't shifted in years, moving at last. A face in the mirror she recognized. And a daughter who looked at her one afternoon and said, Mom. You look like you again.
If you're somewhere past fifty and you've been told this is just what your body does now, this book is for you. Darla went looking for answers about the night sweats, the three a. m. waking, the anxiety that arrived out of nowhere, the middle that wouldn't budge. What she found was that the wine was tangled up in all of it, far more than anyone had told her. She shares what she learned about sleep, hormones, and midlife weight the way you'd tell a friend over coffee, without a single lecture.
She isn't a doctor. She never claims to be. She's a woman who spent decades being the reliable one, and who found out in her sixties that it still wasn't too late to come back to herself.
For the woman who doesn't have a problem, exactly. Who isn't ready, exactly. Who's just a little bit curious.
That was enough. It might be enough for you too.