Nothing Good Can Come from This

When Kristi Coulter stopped drinking, she started noticing things. Like when you give up a debilitating habit, it leaves a space, one that can't easily be filled by mocktails or ice cream or sex or crafting. And when you cancel Rosé Season for yourself, you're left with just Summer, and that's when you notice that the women around you are tanked - that alcohol is the oil in the motors that keeps them purring when they could be making other kinds of noise. In her debut essay collection, Coulter reveals a portrait of a life in transition