It was then that I noticed, really studied, the Diego Rivera print that hangs on our bedroom wall. It’s the one of the girl holding the calla lilies, her legs tucked under, her bare feet touching.

Nick Cave recently celebrated the 40th anniversary of the song “Tupelo,” accompanied by a new AI-generated video. But it felt like a PowerPoint presentation at a low-budget funeral.

For now, in this off-brand fortress of solitude, my mind can wander freely, uninfluenced by an algorithm taking me places I never wanted to go.

It’s not my birthday, and I don’t know your husband.

Much like how we inhabit the mind of a serial killer in Dorothy B. Hughes' novel IN A LONELY PLACE,  Gresham pulls us into the inner sanctum of a ruthless con.

Thanks to an overwhelming amount of enthusiasm, interest, and support, Send in the Owl is evolving into something even bigger: a commercial feature film.