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 I would not date her here or there. I would not date her anywhere

Whenever I asked about their childhoods, my siblings gave me a “you had to be there” look. But on Purim I could pretend I knew something about it

Ohhhhh boy. Bribery at its best. I slip on the bracelet, refusing to allow it to feel like a very trendy handcuff

My struggles are real, and my history doesn’t invalidate them

Good Mommy coaches her children to use magic words. Bad Mommy trains her children to be mindless, insincere automatons 

“I didn’t eat nuts! I ate a salad! Who puts nuts in salad?”