As the world burns, does personal writing matter?

After he won, I vowed I'd write more, would wield the keys of my laptop like a sword — but this sword has stayed in its sheath. Not because I'm a pacifist in this war, no, not at all, but because there are so many other battles I'm also fighting, every day, as the world burns. As the world burns, I'm unemployed. And I'm uncertain about what the next chapter holds — what I want it to hold. And sometimes, it feels like a farce, to be considering such things, as democracy is dismantled all around me. What does it matter, anyway? But then optimism takes the reins, and I tell myself, life must go on...

Meet My Friends: Sarah Bloom

I love Sarah because she is devoid of bullshit ("I come from a long line of people with no filters," is how she puts it) and because she is one of the gentlest, most loving souls I've ever met. She is also a phenomenal photographer; she gets a lot of attention for her self portraits, a number of which are nude, but is also transcendent in her ability to capture other people's essence on camera (her photos of my daughter take my breath away). Sarah has seen some shit in her life, but she still gets excited by ice cream, and her latest photo series, where she overlays textures and images over her self-portraits, is truly exquisite -- click through to see a slideshow and to learn more about this phenomenal woman and artist.