Tea, Sympathy, Lies ... and More Lies

Two stories, one fiction and one non-fiction, on the lies we tell others and more damaging, the ones we tell ourselves.

It really hurts when a writer I know dies.

Good writers touch something universal inside us, an emotion or fear we didn’t know was there but once they described it, you realize it’s been there all along. They’ve exposed themselves, so to speak, and when they do it well, we realize it’s okay to expose ourselves as well. It creates a unique intimacy betwee…