I looked under the rock and there was a narcissist. I didn't know it at the time, but he was a narcissist, didn't he hide it well. That come with the title. he knew how to reel me in to…

I’ve stopped. I’ve stopped remembering your voice, its timbre; I’ve stopped feeling your body, the way you stood high over me, the solidity of you, how it overwhelmed me, and I got used to it and loved your size. No…

She was impossibly, childishly, honest. She hated to lie, and she wasn't good at it. Oh, she could lie when her friend asked her if the bags under her eyes were noticeable, but when the artist wanted her email for…

When I was a kid, the word lie was never to be used in our house. Although it was fine to use the word fib. There was a lot of accusing going back and forth between the eight of us…

Or just not say anything about it at all. That's why most people at my job don't know how old I am. There's a cluster of us "OGs" around the same age--late 50s, early to mid 60s--but most of us…

Lie about how good someone's pie tastes. Only to find out she bought it. Lie about health things – just to keep your job or respect in your community. Lie about your height but can't get away with that once…

Mary is a swift and agile lady whose eyes are bright and radiant with an amber hue. Staring into her eyes is like bathing in soft sunlight through the canopy of the rain forest: every so often, a moist drop…

Sometimes you have to lie about it. It could be a big or a little lie, one that is meant to cause harm or one that is meant to avoid causing harm. You might lie to save face, or to…

Sometimes you have to lie about it. This weekend was the first time my parents met my partner's father and family. I never felt nervous about the encounter, but I was surprised at how nice it was to see my…

Robin By Evalyn Baron POSTED ON APRIL 10, 2024 She ran her long, manicured red fingernails over the icy outside of the water glass, making delicate patterns on the coffee shop “crystal”. My friend likes to make beauty wherever she…

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