More Secrets and Lies...with karma on top

Did you see? More people told us what they think when they think about secrets and lies...

This is the original list, plus some completely fresh links! And then...what I thought up for next week.

Emily wrote Bathe Your Children Well

She also wrote Lies All Lies

Chani wrote Hide and Seek

Did you catch...

Andrea wrote Digging

Sober Briquette wrote Taradiddle

NEW!! ALL NEW!!

Gwen wrote The Ruins

Snoskred wrote The choices we make

Sephyroth wrote Fear of Failure

I have checked comments and email but (a) it's 5 a.m. (b) my mind is in a million busy directions and (c) I can get too easily confused sometimes LOL...so if I missed you, I am very sorry and consider me slapped with a wet noodle. Email me or comment and I will add in your link with tremendous fanfare. If you still want to play, do the same and I will do the same. But please have patience with me. It will be later this afternoon or evening because I'm out all day.

(I am so very glad to see you guys, first time and new participants. This week you have all humbled me with your amazing posts.)

Next week...

Discuss the concept of karma, and what you think of its role in justice, injustice, and forgiveness. Be as general and conceptual or as personal as you like...whatever keeps you feeling comfortable and motivated.

Looking forward to it...

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