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a small and insufficient tribute to stephen sondheim
thank you for everything and also for inventing the black turtleneck When I was less than a year old, my parents left with me with a wildly unprepared family friend so that they could go see Sunday in the Park with George. My mom was— and still is— a working artist. She was 37 years old, and had maybe no longer expected to have children by the time she had one. She was a painter and illustrator who was intensely and obsessively devoted to her work and was, I would assume, in the midst of a crisis about what new motherhood meant for both her art and her identity. So, she left her very small…
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