I was young again, in the way the morning is young…
From a Dream, Shabbos Night, 18 January, 2014
Rude, I think, as the guy next to me physically claims two-thirds of the bench, leaving me to squeeze my wide frame into one corner and struggle not to fall off or elbow the jerk in the face as I pull my oxfords on, right, then left, and lace them, left, right. My mother and […]
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