Eye contact is the least of her problems. She walks into my home, her whole body tilted away from me in such obvious wariness that I want to cry, to close the door behind her and her issues,
I look at my father. There’s a fire, he says, a bad one. We need to get home, fast
No Jewish woman is ever a stranger to another. There are some experiences that are universal unifiers, like pain and joy. And fish heads.
Savta Tova is our family’s only direct ancestor to be buried in Israel, and I felt a strange urge to visit her grave.,
Mom refused to budge. “Behind my back you did this! I’m not a piece of garbage, you know.”
