How to Kill Your Jewish Mother
January 2nd 2016 Mom was standing over me with a cold sober look on her face. Her sunglasses were on, so I couldn’t tell if she was angry or sad. Given the circumstances, I didn’t address it. This is how I woke up this morning. Turns out it was the latter of the two, yes she was sad. Very sad. All morning she was looking at me like it was the last she would see me. By putting me on the plane, surely she would
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