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Demountable Dusk

Demountable Dusk.

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Day 119: 10/22/13: On Mothers & Shipwrecks.

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Human Chess

By Chris Simmons

In trying to deceive, liars may refer to previous statements in an attempt to create the illusion they have been cooperative and to buy themselves more time. This is true even if the earlier claim was actually a “non-answer.” In this countermeasure, typical replies would include “As I told you earlier…” “We already addressed those allegations…” or “Like I told Mom…”

Stating something once often leaves little or no impression. However, every subsequent “telling” erodes our skepticism or disbelief. Repetition is a subtle and often underestimated psychological tool. Even when we don’t believe someone, the recurring response reverberates within our mind and over time, can open one to the possibility that he/she is telling the truth.

As Vladimir Lenin so famously said, “A lie, told often enough, becomes the truth.”

Reminder:  No single technique is foolproof.  It is simply one of many tools available to help you…

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Those of you who know me, know I’m a bit of a poetry nerd.

I am also a little bit of a fiction nerd.

Fewer people know how much of a brain nerd I am.  I am a student of Psychology working toward my PsyD, and the most fascinating part of my studies has been neuroscience and neuropsychology

Could there be a more appropriate article for me to geek out over?

I hope you enjoy it as much as I did. 

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small things

There truly are no small things on this journey

a diary of a mom


I’m in my closet, trying to find the top that goes with this damned skirt.

This one?

No, this one is too long.

Where the heck is it?

Brooke shouts from her room.

“Mama! Come be with me!”

Those words. I’ll never, ever, EVER tire of those words.

I call back.

“I’m on my way, sweet girl; I just need one sec!”

She makes her way into my room. Her hair is wet. It drips down the back of her pajama top.

“Come here, baby,” I say. “I’m going to squeeze your hair a little, okay?”

She turns around and lets me wring out the water. It seems like such a small thing, this, but it’s not small at all. It’s a tremendous act of trust, years and years and years in the making.

She looks at the skirt and boots on the floor of the closet.


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BLUE-DYEING by Orsolya Fenyvesi.

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