My mother as a Salvador Dalí

Kind of chaos

My mother taught me how to love art. She taught me to look for detail, to hold space for emotional impact, to decide for myself what feels beautiful.
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On becoming my mother

Off the Beat

In high school, I was unremarkable in all the usual ways: insecure, stressed and embarrassed. I was embarrassed of everything about myself — my style, my thoughts, my lack of athletic abilities and, of course, my mother. I grew up in Massachusetts, amidst a sea of fast-walking students fast-tracked for
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A few honest moments

Now and Again

One of the most profoundly isolating human experiences is to finish a movie in the theater and, looking to your left and then to your right, discover that you are the only person not wiping their eyes and sniffling.
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