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Mr. Ouija and Mrs. Gail

I wasn’t afraid of being possessed, but Gail did freak me out, with stories of Satanic rituals that had taken place in the small Appalachian mountain town I grew up in.

My Airport: LCG

An escape hatch, and a friendly doorway back home

Back to the Age of Political Strongmen

The incoherence is the point

Myriam Gurba Is Not an AI

Her new essay collection, 'Creep', is the real thing