I just spent 7 hours driving back from Maine. During the course of the drive I spend a good deal of time on the phone with my best friend Jac. I was talking to her about my "Forty Days To Spiritual Sobriety" program.The program isn't based on chemical sobriety, but it addresses it. Which led us to talking about when we were kids.
Jac has a very unique sense of style and when we were 14, she had this ferocious pair of Fiorrucci Leopard stiletto rain boots. My Mother was in Brazil and I was home alone. Jac decided to run away from her house Newtown, CT., to my house in Westport. CT. Jac and I both were anorexic, certainly no mothers dream of the perfect daughter.
At some point the police came to my house, I opened the door, skinny as a UNICEF child, in a negligee, holding a cigarette with an open bottle of Vodka on the counter. Jac was hiding under a bed visible from the door. She looked like the witch in the Wizard of Oz when the house came down. Two pointy toe boots poking straight out, and straight up.
The police asked me if I had seen Jacqueline, No, No, No. I had no idea where she could be as I was looking at her hilarious feet. Not one officer asked why I was an obviously malnourished, smoking and drinking teenager, home alone.
We laugh about how absurd it was, but we're both parents now and somewhat horrified at this point. It makes me really pay attention to my own children.
I just thought I would share a little of what set me on my journey for the work I do. Either make sure you know where your kids are or at least what shoes their wearing.
Love, Carrie
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