Sometimes the most banal, trite, over-used expressions still have truth and/or relevance (I do not include "It takes a heap of living to make a house a home" in this category- see March 13, entry). I’ve seen more than several recovering alcoholics in this office who go to twelve step programs where they spout bushels of that stuff and one that’s always rung true to me is "You’re only as sick as your secrets." Lots of secrets are fine to keep, no problem, like Audrey’s recipe for that chocolate foamy cake thing. But some are not secrets you can share with anyone you actually know and so they stay stashed in a small shoebox crammed full of guilt, desperation and self-loathing in the back of your brain. I follow a blog, 1stepahead, because even though these kids are way too young, relatively speaking (Starter People), I enjoy their humor, insight, comments and out-of-focus cat pictures. Today they post a link to PostSecrets . If you have a few minutes click and have a glimpse at the (secret- yours and mine) human condition. Verrrry interesting.