This game (the way we were playing it) required radical honesty I reminded my mother who at other times in her life was prone to lie.
I made up a fun game.
Well, maybe I didn’t quite make it up.
Perhaps it’s a version of a game I played as a child, but I revamped it yesterday when visiting my mother in the hospital and a little at a loss for how we could pass the time.
It is the perfect game to play for someone in the busy and noisy acute floor where the bed alarms and screaming patients are frightening, but I also I think it’s a good game for kids, for anyone with anxiety, for anyone who needs to distract themselves from the terrible world or to kill time.
This game (the way we were playing it) required radical honesty I reminded my mother who at other times in her life was prone to lie.
“White lies are okay,” she told me once, “as long as they don’t hurt anyone.”
The problem though is that sometimes they do.
Having a complicated relationship with a parent you’re caring for can be difficult. The little hurts bubble up when when you’re not expecting them.
Playing a game that requires radical honesty with …
