“I was so young then. Young enough to think my mother was telling me the truth. But she was pretending, wasn’t she? Though I don’t blame her for it. Or for waiting for just the right moment to let me in on the secret. It’s all some vital game, isn’t it? No, more than a game it’s the long golden string of insincerity that threads together the entire human race.” Burke on motherhood, dang.
— Apr 25, 2026 06:48AM
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