loving liar.

Prepare yourself, this is a sad read. This New Yorker piece, The Day I Started Lying to Ruth, is so sad and so well written. I read this on the metro this morning and kept on reading it on my iphone as I was walking down the street to work. Depressing. Yes. But still amazing. If you want a quiet read this weekend and probably to reflect on how good you have it, I recommend this read.