Lips That Touch
I love living in Utah. As a convert to the LDS Church, I feel “blessed with every fiber of my being” to be here. Really and Truly. HOWEVER, there are things, frankly, that I sometimes miss about Colorado and not being a Mormon and one of those is drinking. It’s not that I actually drank all that much before the great baptism. I have never been a person who likes to spend money on liquids. I don’t like Look-aid, or chamomile tea, or Postum for that reason. Too much work, too much money. I have always thought that water was free and on tap so why bother? But there is a whole aesthetic behind drinking with my family that I miss. First, I have to say that the number of alcoholics in out Irish Catholic family is, of course, embarrassingly high. We could probably fill two or three AA meetings a week, in our own, with no outside help. There are few among us who have not been 12-steppers at one time or another. I once took a friend, LDS, to check into a dry-out facility and they took her famil