Two Hours Daily to Sanitize, Two Hours to Cry
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Disarming Myself: My toughness was my everything, until I fell in love. Read More »
When did Elinor Carucci enter my apartment and take photos of my life? This was exactly how I felt looking at her new book, Midlife, a gorgeous documentary account of domesticity, 20 years in. There is the messy kitchen counter, unpicturesque. There is the couple (at the same counter) paying bills and unpacking groceries, each frame a frozen section of time, implying decades of repetition of household chores.
A Joyful Testament to Middle Age Read More »
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In 2029, AI Will Make Prejudice Much Worse Read More »
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Dressing for a Wound: How my body and I reconciled after a mastectomy. Read More »