On interrogating fear and what bats can teach about human connection.
The author discusses her new book, Stag Dance.
She stops to look into her mother's face. It is smooth and blank as a stone. Nothing emerges; nothing shifts.
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She stops to look into her mother's face. It is smooth and blank as a stone. Nothing emerges; nothing shifts.
The author discusses her new book, Stag Dance.
I worried I had broken the chatbot by trauma-dumping, and no one, human or machine, had the capacity to console me completely.
If he took a shortcut, if he made the creative process any easier for himself, the magic would be lost.
Mary Alice dedicated her career to portraying Black women with depth and nuance. Why were there so few parts in which she could shine?
Beck didn’t believe in an afterlife, but he was starting to think that this was what people meant by ghosts. There was something there, he craned his mind toward it: something about ghosts.
