Plunge

Have you noticed the lackluster nature of the blogging around here in this last week, friends? Does it seem to you that I am limping toward the end of March? I have been casting about for things to say that are not The Thing That's Really On My Mind.

When I finished writing the croissant series I felt so happy. I thought, "Gosh, I have learned some useful stuff about relationships over the years! I bet I could even use some of these ideas the next time I try to talk to one of the substance abusers in my orbit." In my enthusiasm I forgot the first rule of substance abuse: you don't talk about substance abuse. I've been down about the ensuing conversation all week.

You may have noticed bits and pieces about substance abuse here over the years, vague little snippets in which I say, "Wow, this is a big problem for some people I know," or, "I've been praying for years for some people in my life." I've always wanted to be super-careful about their privacy. But this is also my space to think things through, and I am weary of gnashing my teeth in silence. So. That's what's on my mind tonight.