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.
The author of Older Sister. Not Necessarily Related. on which adoption narratives get to be good, surveillance, and memoir as reclamation.
I am now one of a small number of people to have actually seen The Four in the flesh. Well, not quite the flesh.
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The author of The Secrets We Kept on Doctor Zhivago, the Lavender Scare, and book burning.
A record of my failure to understand the world's greatest living chess player.