I didn’t expect a museum mirror to speak louder than most people in my life.
Framed in mahogany, engraved in gold, Adrian Piper’s Everything #4 waited quietly until I stood in front of it.
I took a photo. But it didn’t feel like a selfie. It felt like a warning.
It’s easy to forget how much we perform when…
My morning routine now consists of crying for three minutes and twenty-one seconds. Once I went over the two-minute marker, I had to start timing myself. I mean, a girl has places to be and obligations to uphold.
I finish up by gently placing a cold compress…
