The humidity of that September Manhattan afternoon was unbearable in the subway. So thick was the air steeped with body odor and piss that I practically choked on every other breath. I had to get…
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Every year for Rosh Hashanah (the Jewish new year) Jonathan and I fly back east to visit family and friends. It’s our annual pilgrimage to the mother country, which, for us, happens to be a…
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Immediately after my parents’ divorce my father entered into what I call his “slutty phase.” He went out and bought a used 1966 Mustang with the original faded black velvet upholstery and had the outside…
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