Lynn Enright: With motherhood on the horizon, will I ever be interested in alcohol again?

The other night I went to the pub for the first time in almost a year. Of course, pubs aren’t really pubs these days, not like they used to be. And I don’t really drink these days, not like I used to. Sitting at a rickety table on a patch of cordoned-off road, I ordered a white wine spritzer with a very small amount of wine. “A very small amount, like tiny, like a drop,”...