Catching sight of the rows of bottles in my neighborhood wine store the other day—a holiday banner hanging merrily in the window—I felt a pang of sadness and regret. Each of the artfully displayed bottles seemed filled with the promise of sensual delight. I could almost taste the chilled chardonnays, the rich, tangy sauvignons. But even more than the imagined flavors, were the happy moments I associated with them: the festive gatherings with friends, the perfect pairings with multi-course meals, the solo glass at the end of a long day.
I admit it. I have really enjoyed drinking wine all these years. So why, why, at the age of 50, have I given it up?
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By the way, Gina Misiroglu of Red Room put me in touch with the Huffington Post people, which is one of the great ways she's bringing traffic to Red Room and getting attention for Red Room's authors.
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