“Don’t come out until I come back!”
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.
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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.
The author of Julius Julius on ad agency ghosts, shaming PSAs, and sexual harassment post-#MeToo
The manner of my demise is of little interest, besides serving as our jumping off point.
The author of Directions to Myself discusses temporal landmarks, the vilification of Sally Mann, and nonfiction as a juxtapositional art form.
The author of A Bit Much on anticipatory grief, huge emotions, and the Real Housewives of Beverly Hills.
The underpaid part-time job is a cornerstone of teenage life. None shaped me more than the year I spent in our town's “premier fun pub.”
You know, Lady, I ain’t trying to start nothing, but a bunch of people’s saying you’re the best thing breathing.