Rosie Pryor

Rosie Pryor grew up training to be a Southern belle. But the white gloves kept her from returning to the dirt her soul longed for. And the pearls choked the song of her heart back down in her throat. And so she learned to drink and take pills so she could tolerate her life. At age 36, with an eight-month-old child, a three-bottle-a-night drinking habit, and weighing 93lbs, she decided she’d had enough. She was finished having her vivid energies, her creativity and vitality compressed to fit inside the tiny box of conformity that society imposed on her by selling wine as the “solution to motherhood.” She poured the wine down the drain, threw the white gloves in the fireplace and gave the pearls back to the sea. She discovered that despite everything the world told her about how insignificant she was, giving up booze actually expanded her life exponentially. She discovered the truth: sobriety offered everything alcohol promised. And she vowed to dedicate the remainder of her life to ensuring every mom has access to the roadmap of liberation and self discovery.