“Memory is the mother of all wisdom.”
--Aeschylus
Chapter 4
A light rain taps the window in the hospital room as I set my laptop down and turn to my mother’s papers.
May 14, 1962. Didn’t I already dream we were going to India? A Jewish-Italian girl from Brooklyn who has never been out of the country is now going as f…
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