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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.
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If he took a shortcut, if he made the creative process any easier for himself, the magic would be lost.
I didn’t want to know what I was looking for. I didn’t want to search or bid. What I wanted was the dream.
As grief shaped daily life over the past three years, one of the few things that has reliably brought me comfort is helping my dog be brave.
Guy Mirabeau was one of many dreamers who hoped to live beyond bureaucratic reach, but the colonial reality of the "frontier myth" can no longer be ignored.
A friend texts: Have you heard this term “she-cession”? You reply with another term you’ve seen popping up: Forced domesticity.
There was something about the country where I was born that had always eluded me.
Novelists Dashiel Carrera and Michael Seidlinger on security and surveillance.