There’s a little bar across the street from my mom’s house. We went there for dinner the week of the funeral, while everyone was still around. We were waiting for some family members to join us when a woman turned around at the bar and said, “Margaret!” My stomach dropped in that moment, and I… Read More Emblem of Our House: Drunk
I haven’t had to answer questions about my education for years at this point. In the past, I would say something like, “I was partly homeschooled and partly private schooled,” and sometimes the other person would have questions, but sometimes they’d be too confused to explore further. It’s a lot of details that don’t matter… Read More Emblem of Our House: Education
I look a lot like my father. I’ve got dark brown hair and dark brown eyes, and that one droopy eyelid that he has, too. It’s a very Jewish look, a standard throughout history. Out of the eight of us, there are only three with brown hair and brown eyes. My older sister Jessica, me,… Read More Emblem of Our House: I Call Him Schlep