She did a last once-over in the mirror, deciding she looked absolutely perfect — which was the most important aspect of having a good time at a wedding
Frumet reaches for the dips again, and my smile wanes. I can’t — she can’t take refills. It’s just… gross. Doesn’t her mother teach her table manners?,
I opened a new document and hit ‘File, Save As’: The Great Jewish American Novel 1.doc. Success coursed through my veins. My novel had begun
Oh, yes! Little Naomi, our tiny jellybean, so recently a helpless blob in a car seat, is about to go on her first date and have a family of her own. I will be the perfect mother-in-law…,
“I don’t want to forgive her I don’t want to forget. I want to wallow in bitterness toward her.”
She’s not frightening, she’s in pain, that’s all. She’s just a woman alone. Like me, really
