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Kisses were covered with lies. Lies were covered with kisses. Hate turned into lust. And lust turned into fantasy. That’s what we were, a fantasy. Nothing more, nothing less. Now it’s time to move on. But how can you when your heart wants to stay stuck in the fantasy? When, even through all the lies and kisses, you still have lust?

Cognitive behavior therapy, which has been adapted to treat so many problems, has also brought data-driven and data-yielding treatment to insomnia. Focusing on this evidence-based modality, cognitive behavioral treatment of insomnia (CBT-I) is a much-needed treatment manual that provides clinicians with the whys and hows of this approach in concise and practical terms.

Death slays me, and I let him . . . Kingdoms are broken. The world has shifted. We are not the same as we once were. The queen is no longer the queen, but I am expected to take her place. The tricky part is I'm not sure I want that responsibility. My heart screams for Death while he stays as far away as possible, believing in the prophecy, whereas I believe in us. But sometimes, that simply isn't enough. The real question now is . . . what do I do?

Meeting the arrogant billionaire whom I immediately despise is bad enough. But when he offers me a dream job in Manhattan, I'm sure it's fate. Something about him I can't shake, and it's right beneath the surface. Sure, he's off limits as my friend's older brother, but he shows up everywhere I turn. My job. My hotel. My heart. He always knows where to find me, and now, I'm in too deep, caught between the lure of his promises and the shadows of his lies. While he may be the best tracker in the world, I'm not his target. So why does it feel like I am?

To break a heart is easy. All you have to do is reach in, wrap your blood-covered hands around it, and pull. This happened to me. Two hands, both red as my hair, did this exact thing. Tore it away like it wasn't made for me. Maybe it was his to take? Because years on, with those same blood-red hands, he still has it. In his clenched fists. And he won't give it back. But the real question is, do I want it back? He is dangerous, uncontrollable, and downright sexy. I fell for it all, but, in the end, he didn't catch me. He let me fall.

We are a people of stories. We use them to entertain, to teach, and to instruct. Sometimes they warn us of the dangers of wandering too far into the woods, or they can be a detailed story to explain how magnificent landscapes came to be. Story has always been the way we pass time, the way we connect to each other, and most importantly, how we promote our values. Parables, especially, have a dual purpose. Not only do they keep us entertained, but they also make a point. Consider Aesop’s fables—tales of talking animals who learn valuable life lessons.

A provocative look at the remarkable contributions of high-skill immigrant entrepreneurs in America.

Restaurant Chatatouille serves up delicious Disney goodness as two friends watch the classic Disney movies and give them (and each other) the business!

You would think that after 16 years of attempted co-parenting, even the worst situations would be better. How is it that most other single moms in your life have managed to make it through the trenches? Yet, here you are still dealing with "Daddy Deadbeat". Over the years, you've done all you can to create a functional co-parenting situation and a sense of balanced love and stability for your child. Still, you can't seem to win from losing.