Growing up in an American Jewish family, I’ve always celebrated two distinct new years. There is the one we all share, from January to December, winter to winter, toasted with champagne, heels, and sparkles of gold. And then, there is the one I share only with some, marking the beginning of autumn and a fresh [...]
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My parents are currently on their way into the city for one of our family’s traditional once a month Sundays. These usually consist of several predictable parts: One: Parents arrive with an oversized suitcase full of groceries and Costco items. They are amazing. [Today I hear we're getting a tub of hummus, a quart of blueberries, Greek [...] |
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