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Maria T. Allocco, Threa Almontaser + Portrait of a Lady on Fire

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Babes, bots, & tater tots,  Funny story: my boss accidentally avoided an email for a hot while and the person who sent the email is epic. Let me introduce you to Maria T. Alloco. This is from "You Work With Death"... You worked on call the entire week, reusing the same mask. We sent you three N95s. You led a surgery; the patient tested positive. Now they’re filling the hospital. Your scrubbed and gloved hands—when free—sewed elaborate embroidery for every member of our family. You made me an angel, once. I cross-stitched you one in return, of Snoopy at a typewriter: Chocolate chip cookies are red. Chocolate chip cookies are blue. Chocolate chip cookies are sweet. So are you. You display it over your desk in every office. On the phone today, you said stitching skin is different. Something else heals it. You do your best, you said. God does the rest. Growing up, I remember you hiding in the closet. Once, I opened it. Curled up next to you. Made my body into a soft shell, to...

ambition to fail, Brandi Carlile + your daily reminder that all roads lead to Kincaid

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 Bots and babes,  It's possible that I may be under-serving myself, as I am so often wont to do, with the reading task. My ambitious goal of 35 books this year has morphed into a scandalous affair between myself and Netflix and the ginormous world of YouTube. At this point, there is so much on YouTube that one could dedicate their life to being a YouTube scholar. Or you could spend a few minutes with Brandi and the twins' GRAMMYs performance... Truth is, I'm STILL reading Brandi's memoir, which is excellent by the way, and making my way back through each of her albums. I listened to Tanya Tucker for the first time in my life today and absolutely loved her. I also wondered what makes women like Tanya Tucker and Dolly Parton who have both been in live-long partnerships with various men such epic gay icons, but this is an investigation for another time. And because I doubted for a moment that listening to music and reading a memoir were not literary enough for this esteeme...