My grandmother, Alice Reiser, in New York, in her 20s, in her fucking fabulous era.
I have stared at a blank page for days, not knowing what to write, feeling as if my words are too small, too late, too inconsequential. I’m sure many of you feel the same way, stricken with grief over the atrocities we are witnessing, exhausted by the feeling of helplessn…
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