I used to believe I was the kind of woman who could spot a lie anywhere. My mother, Nancy, taught me the value of straight lines and straight talk: keep your porch clean, your hair brushed, and your secrets locked up tight.
I’m Tanya, a 38-year-old mother of two, wife of a charming man, and the reigning queen of my block’s neighborhood watch spreadsheet.
My only real drama has been whether to plant tulips or daffodils along the mailbox.
I used to believe I was the kind of woman who could spot a lie…