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“A person always exceeds and resists the limits of a story about them...” —Catherine Lacey, Biography of X When the angels came to my mother, they were not, as might be expected, wielding flaming swords to avenge all wounds. Mostly, they were singing show tunes. In her last few years
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A revisited offering on the Thanksgiving story.
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Or, conducting a quest on a trickle charge.
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Thoughts on the Overview Effect, the power of stories, and the value of a single life.
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I’ve been making a golem. This screen is the lump of clay; now I’m trying to find the right words to breathe life into it. Last week I stumbled across a post on AI that got me thinking about golems again. Then I fell into Alice Hoffman’s
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Driving south with a carful of books.
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Thoughts on International Women's Day
Stories to feed the spirit.
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“A person always exceeds and resists the limits of a story about them...” —Catherine Lacey, Biography of X When the angels came to my mother, they were not, as might be expected, wielding flaming swords to avenge all wounds. Mostly, they were singing show tunes. In her last few years
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A revisited offering on the Thanksgiving story.
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Or, conducting a quest on a trickle charge.
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Thoughts on the Overview Effect, the power of stories, and the value of a single life.
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I’ve been making a golem. This screen is the lump of clay; now I’m trying to find the right words to breathe life into it. Last week I stumbled across a post on AI that got me thinking about golems again. Then I fell into Alice Hoffman’s
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Driving south with a carful of books.
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Thoughts on International Women's Day
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170 years ago, a teenage girl wrote about the contrast between fine weather and cruel times.
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On shaping and escaping the frame.
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Reflections on Rosh Hashanah and a Holocaust Memoir
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Reading Charlotte Brontë’s novel Shirley on Labor Day
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Or, that time a fascist collaborator held a poetry salon on the lawn of a mental hospital