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Secretly, the idea of baking sourdough started — whatchamacallit? — fermenting in my brain

Expecting our usual 40-second conversation, I was alarmed to hear an entire sentence: “Ma, I need help!”

“Ooh, you lucky duck, you. Wish I had the bank on my to-do list”

Letting go of that pot meant letting go of another piece of my mother

“It might be a free country, Jacob, but you don’t want to rub your religion in their faces”

    With my years of résumé updating under my belt, here are some of my thoughts on this basic element of shidduchim I hold the crisp paper, still warm from the printer, and an epiphany strikes me with startling clarity. This. Is. Me. This flimsy white piece of paper is Me. I may have just