The Apple Cake (?)

There’s one thing my mom bakes often: her apple cake. Every Jewish holiday is marked with the smell of cinnamon and sugar folding in on each other and seeping over the top of the baking dish, under doors and through vents. She always makes two: one for whatever company we’re having and one for the […]

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Checking In From Self Isolation

It’s been a little over a week now that I’ve been tracing the pattern in the floorboards from kitchen to bedroom. Sans a whole of 30 minutes in the outdoors, I’ve seen nothing but familiar walls. My neighbors, on the other hand, threw an impromptu bonfire about halfway through. Five or six gathered round a […]

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