Being a truth-teller in a world of liars

When I was a kid, my mother wouldn’t lie to my friends and tell them I wasn’t home.

This was particularly frustrating to me because one of my friends would call incessantly. She would ring the phone off the hook. Sometimes, and I’m not exaggerating, she would call once an hour.

My mother, an honest to a fault woman, would never tell the insignificant fib that I was…