How I built a lucrative career (and gradually sold my soul) playing caricatures of awful white dudes on black TV shows.
Chemo left her exhausted and depressed, but Mom found comfort in an obscure vlogger who reminds her of home.
We thought we were being generous by giving my dad a week to live as a woman. But once we had that week together, we could never go back.
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