The summer has come and gone, and fall is beginning to settle into the bones of New York. I’m a month into having a seventh grader, nearly six months into being 40, and we are collectively one year into a global awareness of the 76-year-long genocide in Palestine. Somehow, these unrelated things feel like one big thing that I slowly understand bit by bi…
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