In a 1984 Paris Review interview with the writer James Baldwin, he was asked whether he found it easier or more difficult to writ...

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I lay on my bed for many hours yesterday. Flat on my back, staring at the ceiling when I wasn't playing Solitaire on my phon...

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The Husband walked back into the house this morning and told me that the passenger window of my car had been smashed to bits. I said Real...

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