This was a hard one. What lie would I talk about? The little white lies we all tell each other to cover our asses in one way or another? One I might have told my parents or teacher as a kid? No, I think the biggest ones are the ones we tell our selves.

I lied to myself quite a bit in the early 90s. That I was happy in college. That my relationships were stable (or at least salvageable). That I could afford to live on the meager pittance I was making. That I had a grasp on my future. That my writing was any good. That things would get better, given time. I lied to myself out of fear, out of denial. I couldn't bear to accept the bitter truths staring me in the face. That wasn't until about 1997, when I did a hell of a lot of soul searching (literally and figuratively) and got my act together.

I still catch myself lying to myself now and again...but I've gotten a hell of a lot better at facing cold truths in the process.