Hmm, I have no idea how to use this format but maybe I can do a quid-pro-quo or bribe someone to help me. I’m just getting started on marketing Notes on Serenity, even though it’s been out for over a year. The addiction epidemic hasn’t slowed down yet, but I wrote the dang thing in verse which may have a chilling effect. Honestly, I think parents and loved ones of addicts ought to broaden their horizons, learn some new tricks, try something different. Poetry is almost as old as the opium poppy–try poetry. There is almost nothing that can assuage the pain of watching an addict self-destruct. And that same self is the one who can sometimes get all their ducks in a row under a warm light, and POW–hope and health dance on the horizon. If you know an addict or family member or good friend of an addict, buy them my book for xmas. I’ll post some reviews here in a bit, or you can read them on Amazon. True, the book is not for everyone; it was written for me and about me and my son. The hope was that if I could recover he might get some benefit. And maybe he did. The benefit was kindness and compassion. It came to me as I wrote the stories and poems. What I really thought, felt, and needed became apparent. I needed compassion and kindness. And it had to be an inside job.